And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

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you know who you are. no more time, not like

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. way too specific.

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

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.

But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.

Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.


think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

really i want the internet

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.

no like which do people call me

brb i will read and reply sincerely

division of reality is straying away from it

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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

like first name

was it worth it

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

i really havent

whats your name?

like magnets