After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
thank you
barren land
lol
plato
send your tumblr
i have read not even 1 book
...
its good
and the fake qualifier
ion
and the fake qualifier
ahnaf abrar
its good short few pages
no i haven't really read anything
what do you think my name is
send link
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.
feel you
abrar?
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
A roll of 50s is one of the items he dumps onto my table during the search. Of course it is. He asks if I'm a delivery boy or a setter or this or that diamond related job. I keep saying no, I'm enjoying hearing all of these new words. Eventually I tell him that I work in film, which is kind of true. He asks where I'm filming. I'm not filming. He tells me that I can't be that good at it then. He then tells me that he made a film once, in the 80s. It was called Pimlico Rats.
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.