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.

your feed looks like my tumblr

like magnets

that looks like my instagram account

sorry i am texting like a slav

no i haven't really read anything

isaac

thank 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

lol

yeah

i want to do that too

is this you as well

feel you

no like which do people call me

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.

i have read not even 1 book

god being the centre magnet

yeah

i really havent

It Will Get Lighter

was it worth it

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

whats your name?

which magnetises chains of pins

and the fake qualifier

i really havent

plato

lol yea

idk

wait what is that