I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
barren land
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.we need to be deconstructing our identities
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.
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.
was it worth it
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
you cannot feed someone truth
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
or never left
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
Thank you, Jack
idk
is everyoneback on tumblr now
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
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.