the site i am dreaming
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
not their contents
as in
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
its performative
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
idk
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
your feed looks like my tumblr
propensity within someone
lol yea
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
you cannot feed someone truth
A procession forms behind the French Raj and his fireworks bearer as they head out the door. I've lost my Korean colleague / fresh meat in the chaos. I'm sure he'll be able to fend for himself. They have mandatory military service in Korea.
The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.
like magnets
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
kind of mythopoesis