nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i dont understand magnetisation
your feed looks like my tumblr
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.
plato
no i haven't really read anything
its good short few pages