One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.
i love it here
ahnaf abrar
what do you think my name is
no i haven't really read anything
was it worth it
wait what is that
its good
i understand
isaac newton
magnetises a pin
send link
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
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.
that looks like my instagram account
yeah
barren land
ion
was it worth it
bro i read nothing in my life
plato
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.
no like which do people call me