And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

...


He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.

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.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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



i want to do that too

plato

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.

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

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

that looks like my instagram account

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.

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.


i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

i see a website

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Lift Analysis

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