I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

not their contents

IWGD

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46


"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Worse Lift

Better Lift

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

"Put a blanket."

Style

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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.

hiding from the rain

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.