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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.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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.

its good short few pages

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

that looks like my instagram account

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

I am below everything.

i love it here

idk

magnetises a pin

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

what do you mean

in a post. I want to be remembered

yeah

the site i am dreaming

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

send your tumblr

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

which magnetises chains of pins

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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

brb i will read and reply sincerely

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Can I see

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

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.