bro i read nothing in my life

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

There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

Thank you, Jack

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging
confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.
is this you as well

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

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.

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 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.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

or never left

is everyoneback on tumblr now

ion

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

1

. way too specific.

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

i really havent

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.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

i see a website

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

its performative

the site i am dreaming

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue