There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
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
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
it is hopeful
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not their contents
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
Thank you, Jack
hello reader,
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not so on: yvf(wthw)
I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
Can I see
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.
but i respect your search
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
so at the end
But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
really i want the internet