hiding from the rain
I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.something religious, a kind of complex,
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.in a post. I want to be remembered
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Lift Analysis
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
yes
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
hello reader,
Thank you, Jack
Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.
The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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