We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.

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.

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

i have read not even 1 book

bro i read nothing in my life

god being the centre magnet

Slug

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

and the fake qualifier

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

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isaac newton

what do you think my name is

which magnetises chains of pins

i dont understand magnetisation

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

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