plato
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
it is hopeful
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.I am below everything.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
...
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate