something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

so an active mazelike process

not their contents

I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

It Will Get Lighter

...

not so on: yvf(wthw)

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it


...

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

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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



this will be about a slug

lol yea

i have read not even 1 book

December 2025

It Will Get Lighter

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

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

its good

The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.

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.

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

i really havent

Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.

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

i love it here

As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.

magnetises a pin