Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
so an active mazelike process
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
Today I felt like starting
we need to be deconstructing our identities
like first name
abrar?
and the fake qualifier
division of reality is straying away from it
i want to do that too
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
no like which do people call me
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Thank you, Jack
i understand
i love it here
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
god being the centre magnet
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you