Today I felt like starting
in a post. I want to be remembered
as in
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
autonomy of learning
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
and the fake qualifier
or never left
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
i really havent
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
that looks like my instagram account
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
its good
whats your name?
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.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books