i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out."Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
I am below everything.
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
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i really havent
was it worth it