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

no like which do people call me

i have read not even 1 book

its good

sorry i am texting like a slav


hello reader,

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.


part of an old note. It will get lighter.

Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.

The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.

Thank you, Jack

not so on: yvf(wthw)

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

Today I felt like starting

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.


It Will Get Lighter

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50



"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

isaac


ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

whats your name?

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

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i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.