thank you
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
no i haven't really read anything
whats your name?
Lift Analysis
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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.
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
Thank you, Jack
hello reader,
kind of mythopoesis
Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.
it is hopeful
Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?