She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.
have you read
i love it here
its good short few pages
plato
its good
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
no i haven't really read anything
what do you mean
i want to do that too
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
barren land
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
sorry i am texting like a slav
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
lol yea
send your tumblr
feel you
god being the centre magnet
thank you
the site i am dreaming
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
abrar?
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
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.