isaac
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
hiding from the rain
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
currently
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
not their contents
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
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.
Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Thank you, Jack
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
but i respect your search
we can only engage in such a way
its performative
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"