barren land

It Will Get Lighter

all that is to say

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

not their contents

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

no longer writing in the third person

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

"Put a blanket."

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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.

Better Lift

December 2025

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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

and the fake qualifier

2 (actually index). two is company

we need to be deconstructing our identities

I Write Goodbye Letter

we can only engage in such a way

Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.