"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

is everyoneback on tumblr now

lol

that looks like my instagram account

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

i really havent

god being the centre magnet

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.

As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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

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.

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

its good short few pages

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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