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.

plato

and the fake qualifier

magnetises a pin

yeah

abrar?

we need to be deconstructing our identities

like first name

1

He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.

i was tempted to lie about my name

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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.

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

2 (actually index). two is company

brb i will read and reply sincerely

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

which magnetises chains of pins

really i want the internet

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

what do you think my name is