There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
I am below everything.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
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.
But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.
Lift Analysis
you have a beautiful account btw
its performative
propensity within someone
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
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.