i love it here
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
have you read
its good
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
hiding from the rain
we can only engage in such a way
what do you mean
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
i dont understand magnetisation
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
no longer writing in the third person
but i respect your search
yeah
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.