bro i read nothing in my life
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 know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
Better Lift
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
so at the end
"Put a blanket."
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
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.
in a post. I want to be remembered
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting