in a post. I want to be remembered
Better Lift
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
hello reader,
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
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 was tempted to lie about my name
As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.
and the fake qualifier
what do you think my name is
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
the site i am dreaming
we need to be deconstructing our identities
i want to do that too
ahnaf abrar
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
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.
feel you
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