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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

kind of mythopoesis

yes

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

what do you mean

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

your feed looks like my tumblr

send your tumblr

i understand

magnetises a pin

yeah

that looks like my instagram account

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

fw

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

you cannot feed someone truth

we can only engage in such a way

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