with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Slug

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

1

ion

lol yea

i have read not even 1 book

like magnets

magnetises a pin

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.

and the fake qualifier

fw

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

idk

yeah

that looks like my instagram account

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

2 (actually index). two is company

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.

Lift Analysis

Thank you, Jack

i really havent

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.