bro i read nothing in my life

i understand

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

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.

i love it here

what do you think my name is

god being the centre magnet