we need to be deconstructing our identities
you have a beautiful account btw
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
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
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
i was tempted to lie about my name
much more tactility
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
god being the centre magnet
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
plato
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
is this you as well
Thank you, Jack
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
it is hopeful
so the method has to be autonomous
magnetises a pin
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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.