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After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.

wait what is that

i want to do that too

feel you

like first name

Style

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

no like which do people call me

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

Thank you, Jack

we can only engage in such a way

send link

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

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.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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.

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

was it worth it

you have a beautiful account btw

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.