no longer writing in the third person

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Style

it is hopeful

But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

2 (actually index). two is company

send your tumblr

13, H, grate

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

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.

It Will Get Lighter

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.