like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"Put a blanket."
sorry i am texting like a slav
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
lol
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
fw
what do you think my name is
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
December 2025
lol yea
bro i read nothing in my life
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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.
yeah
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.
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.
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf