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.

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

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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

its good

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.

its good

Better Lift

Thank you, Jack

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

i have read not even 1 book

Slug

bro i read nothing in my life

sorry i am texting like a slav

i really havent

yes

idk

this will be about a slug

and the fake qualifier

...

ahnaf abrar

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

It Will Get Lighter

i love it here