Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
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.
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
Better Lift
its good short few pages