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.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

I Write Goodbye Letter

i dont understand magnetisation

fw

Thank you, Jack

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

2 (actually index). two is company

send your tumblr

and the fake qualifier

its good

abrar?

its good

its good short few pages

The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.

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

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.

isaac

lol yea

have you read

magnetises a pin

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then