i was tempted to lie about my name

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

in a post. I want to be remembered

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

but really the thing should be autonomous

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

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

kind of mythopoesis

something religious, a kind of complex, it will get lighter, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

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

not their contents

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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.