its good

i really havent

god being the centre magnet

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

feel you

its good short few pages

was it worth it

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

send link

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

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

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.

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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

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.

After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.

like magnets

isaac

Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.

"Put a blanket."

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

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

abrar?

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

its good

autonomy of learning

Today I felt like starting