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

But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.

yeah

and the fake qualifier

we need to be deconstructing our identities

like magnets

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

fw

isaac newton

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

what do you think my name is

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Picture

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'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.

not their contents

abrar?

god being the centre magnet

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Thank you, Jack

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

so the method has to be autonomous