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I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
kind of mythopoesis
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
I am below everything.
its good
brb i will read and reply sincerely
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
i was tempted to lie about my name
like first name
abrar?
we need to be deconstructing our identities
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
have you read
i love it here
wait what is that
i want to do that too
really i want the internet
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.