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

kind of mythopoesis

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

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

thank you

bro i read nothing in my life

no longer writing in the third person

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

is this you as well

the site i am dreaming

ion

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

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.

no like which do people call me