it is hopeful
...
and the fake qualifier
i understand
is everyoneback on tumblr now
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
i dont understand magnetisation
i love it here
thank you
send link
its good short few pages
i was tempted to lie about my name
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
no i haven't really read anything
idk
its good
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
no like which do people call me
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
barren land
its good
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
is this you as well
plato
The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."
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.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.