The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.

was it worth it

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

i understand

and the fake qualifier

the site i am dreaming

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

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

which magnetises chains of pins

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

that looks like my instagram account

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

bro i read nothing in my life

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

feel you

abrar?

I am below everything.

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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Slug