The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
like first name
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
no i haven't really read anything
is everyoneback on tumblr now
barren land
or never left
what do you mean
i dont understand magnetisation
yeah
December 2025
i really havent
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
magnetises a pin
i really havent
...
wait what is that
fw
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
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.
is this you as well
the site i am dreaming
plato
isaac
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.