i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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
propensity within someone
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
really i want the internet
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
brb i will read and reply sincerely
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.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?
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
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
as in
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.so at the end
much more tactility
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
Better Lift
Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.