okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

you cannot feed someone truth

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Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

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.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

propensity within someone

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

Rain, starting

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

A roll of 50s is one of the items he dumps onto my table during the search. Of course it is. He asks if I'm a delivery boy or a setter or this or that diamond related job. I keep saying no, I'm enjoying hearing all of these new words. Eventually I tell him that I work in film, which is kind of true. He asks where I'm filming. I'm not filming. He tells me that I can't be that good at it then. He then tells me that he made a film once, in the 80s. It was called Pimlico Rats.

the site i am dreaming

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.

fw

magnetisation/form

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Thank you, Jack