And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
i really havent
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
feel you
that looks like my instagram account
whats your name?
...
i was tempted to lie about my name
its good short few pages
sorry i am texting like a slav
no i haven't really read anything
like magnets
magnetises a pin
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
Thank you, Jack
thank you
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."
what do you think my name is
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.
its good
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
barren land
send your tumblr
you cannot feed someone truth
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.