was it worth it

much more tactility

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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

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

hiding from the rain

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

autonomy of learning

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

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

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

"Put a blanket."

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

we can only engage in such a way

not so on: yvf(wthw)

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

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50


I Write Goodbye Letter

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

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.

Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.