The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
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way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
ion
i was tempted to lie about my name
fw
is everyoneback on tumblr now
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
no like which do people call me
bro i read nothing in my life
sorry i am texting like a slav
or never left
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
i really havent
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.have you read
we need to be deconstructing our identities
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
yeah
was it worth it
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.