CLOSING THE DOOR ON 2024
tg tg
it’s “new years eve” and i'm writing this from the delightfully expensive bath of the house i’m sitting, in east london, as i continue resolute in my journey of unstable housing, to avoid my boat this winter. Too much work, too many memories. This house is so bougie the bath is like, 6 feet deep. I can barely reach the keyboard to type this.
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