in a post. I want to be remembered

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

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

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

not their contents

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.


i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

Thank you, Jack

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Style

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

hello reader,

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.