to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

or never left

its good

December 2025

i was tempted to lie about my name

plato

feel you

...

not so on: yvf(wthw)

ahnaf abrar

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 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.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

plato

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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.

magnetisation/form

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

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