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.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
yes
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
barren land
no longer writing in the third person
we need to be deconstructing our identities
god being the centre magnet
lol
"Put a blanket."
hiding from the rain
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
ahnaf abrar
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it