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.

no like which do people call me

thank you

i want to do that too

what do you think my name is

December 2025

its good

like first name

...

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

hiding from the rain

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

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.

yeah

like magnets

isaac newton

i love it here

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

have you read

Style

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

yeah

lol

we need to be deconstructing our identities

that looks like my instagram account

plato

bro i read nothing in my life

is this you as well

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

and the fake qualifier

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.