IWGD

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

Rain, starting

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

Can I see

kind of mythopoesis

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

Worse Lift

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

yes


it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

"Put a blanket."

it is hopeful

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

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

Style

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

but really the thing should be autonomous

2 (actually index). two is company

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I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.