it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
was it worth it
i love it here
its good short few pages
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
isaac newton
that looks like my instagram account
yeah
plato
is this you as well
idk
abrar?
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
ion
send link
yeah
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
like first name
it is hopeful
currently
wait what is that
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
bro i read nothing in my life
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
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.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
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.
...
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.