kind of mythopoesis

so at the end

hiding from the rain

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

you cannot feed someone truth

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

i love it here

plato

i was tempted to lie about my name

i really havent

is this you as well

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

and the fake qualifier

whats your name?

2 (actually index). two is company

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

god being the centre magnet

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

1

. way too specific.

like first name

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

isaac

what do you think my name is

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.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

magnetises a pin

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.

i want to do that too

The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."

i really havent