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.
its performative
in a post. I want to be remembered
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
currently
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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
I am below everything.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
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Better Lift
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
brb i will read and reply sincerely
no longer writing in the third person
so at the end