I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

is this you as well

i love it here

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

feel you

i really havent

barren land

like first name

your feed looks like my tumblr

that looks like my instagram account

sorry i am texting like a slav

idk

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

was it worth it

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

isaac newton

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

send your tumblr

plato

I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.