nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
the site i am dreaming
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
was it worth 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.
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.
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
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And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
whats your name?