I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

no like which do people call me

Rain, starting

god being the centre magnet

its good

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

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

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging
"Put a blanket."

I Write Goodbye Letter

we need to be deconstructing our identities

Thank you, Jack

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

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

yeah

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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

lol

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.

we can only engage in such a way

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

autonomy of learning

whats your name?

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?