The assumption of personhood is not something I should ever be trusted with (10 hour shoot so now I'm drinking alone)

Aneveragain, evermore, sigh of hope, only warranted from the slight of one’s ego.

Do I spend a Lot of money on a beautiful coat for my birthday . . .

Yes!!!!!! I miss you and you’re vv. beautiful and lovely and I treasure the time we have together.

two women on a walk by a river

BREAKING: local flâneuses retain cuteness even when terribly backlit

Pretending to believe this is a “holy shit” bc they’re both mid as fuck.

Problematic flân gap . . .

Forcing myself to be buffeted round by spring winds, lest I devolve too much back towards that little cream room with the polyester shroud.

How easy, to veil oneself so completely

Disturbing the Venerable Pussy Sage’s meditation on her 39th day of fasting to awkwardly slick back my eyebrows and ask : “Uhm soooo . . . You come here often?”

Well!

Maybe it’d be best to be ossified in an image after all.

One day, I'll say "I miss you" in a tone that doesn't reek of desperation.

Filial pyrety (one should put one’s father to the stake). Relation to the name of the Father never to be resolved!

Sub 3 months for the latter, the rest of my entire life for the former . . . Sigh!

Serving cunt / getting served cunt . . . what a silly state of affairs!

It’s always a little difficult to tear oneself away, isn’t it!

Celan’s Selected Poems and a thumbs up.

Celan - Selected Poems
Think anything I write would become a little glib, or at the least paper over too much. So I’ll just let him stand, in the ruins.

Wittig - Across the Acheron
Incredible play off of Dante, through LA; ontologises sex only so that she can assume Nietzsche’s mask of overthrowing the whole history of metaphysics. Biting, but very reassuring — that the same stoppages confronted her, perhaps.

Kleist’s Marquise of O. with a thumbs up.

Kleist - Marquise of O. and Other stories
Forgot to update! But finished en route to Paris, where I absolutely failed to properly mourn. Kleist is a bit tricky in prose, frequently stuttering over the stop/starts in his writing — need to catch him on stage.

They’re calling it the best gruffalo/Miu Miu crumble they’ve ever seen.

Oh! We're flânning poncily now . . .

Staunching the open wound with a page of Celan . . . Adorno speaks of this . . .

Last I checked, Paris wasn’t in the Netherlands . . .

This is so me in approx. half an hour.

Sometimes you just end up cooking a childhood crumble for giants of fashion in full Miu Miu. Unexpected but v. delightful all things considered . . .

A certain afterglow subordinated by pure exhaustion . . .

Well!

Todays the Day . . .

Fluffy . . .