He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

not their contents

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

hiding from the rain

"Put a blanket."

much more tactility

its good

bro i read nothing in my life

2 (actually index). two is company

lol yea

which magnetises chains of pins

There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.

kind of mythopoesis

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

i really havent

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.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

we need to be deconstructing our identities

that looks like my instagram account

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.

what do you think my name is

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

autonomy of learning