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.

I am below everything.

division of reality is straying away from it

so at the end

brb i will read and reply sincerely

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

we can only engage in such a way

no longer writing in the third person

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

autonomy of learning

all that is to say

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

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

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

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

A roll of 50s is one of the items he dumps onto my table during the search. Of course it is. He asks if I'm a delivery boy or a setter or this or that diamond related job. I keep saying no, I'm enjoying hearing all of these new words. Eventually I tell him that I work in film, which is kind of true. He asks where I'm filming. I'm not filming. He tells me that I can't be that good at it then. He then tells me that he made a film once, in the 80s. It was called Pimlico Rats.

Better Lift