what do you think my name is
As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.
ahnaf abrar
i was tempted to lie about my name
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
i really havent
i dont understand magnetisation
bro i read nothing in my life
plato
not so on: yvf(wthw)
ion
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
no i haven't really read anything
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I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
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.
its good short few pages
Thank you, Jack
propensity within someone
no longer writing in the third person
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
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