the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

what do you think my name is

as in

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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.

sorry i am texting like a slav

and the fake qualifier

this will be about a slug

really i want the internet

I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

i love it here

thank you

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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."

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

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

yeah

magnetises a pin

it is hopeful

idk

is everyoneback on tumblr now

its performative

barren land