was it worth it

you cannot feed someone truth

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

its performative

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

magnetisation/form

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

but i respect your search

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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.

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

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.

It Will Get Lighter

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

i want to do that too

ahnaf abrar

He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.

feel you

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.

i dont understand magnetisation