After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
kind of mythopoesis
I am below everything.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
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.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
But seriously, thank you, Jack
Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
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.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
but i respect your search