all that is to say
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
you cannot feed someone truth
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.but i respect your search
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
"Put a blanket."
autonomy of learning
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
but really the thing should be autonomous
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
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.
like magnets
in a post. I want to be remembered
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
feel you
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"