so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

you cannot feed someone truth

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

currently

really i want the internet

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Thank you, Jack

i love it here

sorry i am texting like a slav

yeah

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

i really havent

...

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

it is hopeful

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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

the site i am dreaming

It Will Get Lighter

But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.

you have a beautiful account btw

and the fake qualifier

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.