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

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

what do you mean

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

no like which do people call me

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

Thank you, Jack

its good

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

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

propensity within someone

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

but i respect your search

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

ion

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about 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

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.