amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

Rain, starting

I am below everything.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

in a post. I want to be remembered

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

13, H, grate

i want to do that too

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

what do you think my name is

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

like first name

feel you

ahnaf abrar

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

which magnetises chains of pins