And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

that looks like my instagram account

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

magnetises a pin

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

the site i am dreaming

hello reader,

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

we need to be deconstructing our identities

yeah

I Write Goodbye Letter

...

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

all that is to say

idk

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.

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

division of reality is straying away from it