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.

its good short few pages

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

what do you mean

feel you

i want to do that too

hello reader,

As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.

i was tempted to lie about my name

what do you think my name is

i have read not even 1 book

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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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fw

not so on: yvf(wthw)

like first name

Lift Analysis

I Write Goodbye Letter

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.

its good

the site i am dreaming

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

your feed looks like my tumblr

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

send your tumblr

kind of mythopoesis

as in

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 am below everything.