god being the centre magnet

whats your name?

...

isaac newton

plato

i really havent

is this you as well

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

which magnetises chains of pins

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

isaac

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

what do you think my name is

yeah

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

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.

ion

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

...

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."