i really havent

we need to be deconstructing our identities

its good

your feed looks like my tumblr

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

god being the centre magnet

its good short few pages

isaac

send your tumblr

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

abrar?

feel you

bro i read nothing in my life

the site i am dreaming

sorry i am texting like a slav

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

i was tempted to lie about my name

was it worth it

fw

that looks like my instagram account

bro i read nothing in my life

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.

send link

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.

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.

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.

division of reality is straying away from it

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