we can only engage in such a way

He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.

which magnetises chains of pins

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

propensity within someone

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

thank you

yeah

i was tempted to lie about my name

what do you think my name is

isaac

Better Lift

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Today I felt like starting

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

feel you

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

i want to do that too

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

but i respect your search

really i want the internet

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.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people