yes

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

really i want the internet

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

so an active mazelike process

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

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

its performative

but i respect your search

...

you have a beautiful account btw

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Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Lift Analysis

much more tactility

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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

1

. way too specific.

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

currently

not so on: yvf(wthw)

It Will Get Lighter

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Pimlico Rats

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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.