We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
i dont understand magnetisation
yeah
i was tempted to lie about my name
i really havent
we need to be deconstructing our identities
i love it here
ahnaf abrar
abrar?
plato
what do you mean
your feed looks like my tumblr
plato
no like which do people call me
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
magnetises a pin
have you read
lol
yeah
bro i read nothing in my life
like first name
thank you
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
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.
ion
not so on: yvf(wthw)
Better Lift
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
is this you as well
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.bro i read nothing in my life
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
whats your name?