He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.


Can I see

whats your name?

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

plato

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?


lol

that looks like my instagram account

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

its good

Today I felt like starting

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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

yeah

fw

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

or never left

It Will Get Lighter

its good

its good short few pages

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Better Lift

magnetises a pin

i love it here

like magnets

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.

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.

13, H, grate

what do you mean

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.

ion