no longer writing in the third person
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
we can only engage in such a way
"Put a blanket."
so at the end
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
much more tactility
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.
magnetises a pin
barren land
its good short few pages
send link
all that is to say
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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