Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.


something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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


Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

ion

feel you

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

lol yea

idk


magnetises a pin

i love it here

your feed looks like my tumblr