i have read not even 1 book

2 (actually index). two is company

bro i read nothing in my life

what do you mean

its good

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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

this will be about a slug

i really havent

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


plato

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

send your tumblr

and the fake qualifier

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

or never left

was it worth it

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

i dont understand magnetisation

your feed looks like my tumblr

that looks like my instagram account

ion

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

It Will Get Lighter

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

...

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

lol

Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.

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 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.

bro i read nothing in my life