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god being the centre magnet
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.
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.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
plato
its good
magnetises a pin
no i haven't really read anything
like magnets
i have read not even 1 book
barren land
what do you mean
that looks like my instagram account
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
like first name
bro i read nothing in my life
your feed looks like my tumblr