it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
god being the centre magnet
the site i am dreaming
was it worth it
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.
December 2025
I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
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.
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
its good
I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
or never left
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
idk
currently
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
in a post. I want to be remembered
you cannot feed someone truth
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt