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.
Better Lift
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
which magnetises chains of pins
i love it here
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
god being the centre magnet
hiding from the rain
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
idk
wait what is that
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged