the site i am dreaming

i love it here

and the fake qualifier

lol yea

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

and the fake qualifier

lol

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i was tempted to lie about my name

its good short few pages

After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

sorry i am texting like a slav

isaac

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.

yeah

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

really i want the internet

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.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

whats your name?

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

13, H, grate

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

I Write Goodbye Letter

like magnets

magnetisation/form

not so on: yvf(wthw)