We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

lol

not their contents

bro i read nothing in my life

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

barren land

that looks like my instagram account

Better Lift

yeah

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

no i haven't really read anything

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

i love it here

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

have you read

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we need to be deconstructing our identities