It Will Get Lighter

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 Write Goodbye Letter

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

currently

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

propensity within someone

Can I see

really i want the internet

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

brb i will read and reply sincerely

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

not so on: yvf(wthw)

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.

Style

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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.