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


Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

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.

kind of mythopoesis

hiding from the rain

Today I felt like starting