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.

i understand

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

It Will Get Lighter

like magnets

the site i am dreaming

barren land

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

send your tumblr

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

isaac newton

thank you

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

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.

kind of mythopoesis

its good

Slug

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

I Write Goodbye Letter

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.