sorry i am texting like a slav

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.

plato

bro i read nothing in my life

no like which do people call me

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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

idk

i was tempted to lie about my name

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

like first name

December 2025

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

that looks like my instagram account

your feed looks like my tumblr

Thank you, Jack

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

we need to be deconstructing our identities

send your tumblr

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

lol

is everyoneback on tumblr now

was it worth it

bro i read nothing in my life

lol yea

or never left

i really havent

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.

and the fake qualifier

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.

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful