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

whats your name?

hello reader,

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

1

I Write Goodbye Letter

not so on: yvf(wthw)

2 (actually index). two is company

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.

yeah

its good

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

and the fake qualifier

god being the centre magnet

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

bro i read nothing in my life

like first name

i really havent

plato