I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

hello reader,

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

not so on: yvf(wthw)

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

sorry i am texting like a slav

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

have you read

feel you

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

Slug

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

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

bro i read nothing in my life

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.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

its performative

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

we want to live the knowledge too live the content