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Slug

no like which do people call me

i really havent

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.

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.

division of reality is straying away from it

propensity within someone

this will be about a slug

Better Lift

i understand

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

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. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

thank you

we can only engage in such a way

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

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.

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

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. way too specific.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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

plato

lol yea

isaac

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it