what do you mean

whats your name?

i understand

god being the centre magnet

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

no i haven't really read anything

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

your feed looks like my tumblr

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

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

we need to be deconstructing our identities

its good

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

thank you

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

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.

Today I felt like starting

A procession forms behind the French Raj and his fireworks bearer as they head out the door. I've lost my Korean colleague / fresh meat in the chaos. I'm sure he'll be able to fend for himself. They have mandatory military service in Korea.

Better Lift

was it worth it

The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

that looks like my instagram account