is everyoneback on tumblr now

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

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

send your tumblr

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

i have read not even 1 book

lol

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

bro i read nothing in my life

isaac newton

was it worth it

whats your name?

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

isaac

i understand

A procession forms behind the French Raj and his fireworks bearer as they head out the door. I've lost my Korean colleague / fresh meat in the chaos. I'm sure he'll be able to fend for himself. They have mandatory military service in Korea.

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

Thank you, Jack

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

no longer writing in the third person

so an active mazelike process

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

we want to live the knowledge too live the content