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.
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
like first name
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
Can I see
i love it here
no i haven't really read anything
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
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Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
god being the centre magnet
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
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there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
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