i was tempted to lie about my name
ahnaf abrar
was it worth it
not their contents
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.
like magnets
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
bro i read nothing in my life