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I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Lift Analysis

hiding from the rain

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

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

which magnetises chains of pins

no longer writing in the third person

13, H, grate

whats your name?

god being the centre magnet

Can I see

yes

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

its good short few pages

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf


Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

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.

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.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i want to do that too

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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

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.

A procession forms behind the French Raj and his fireworks bearer as they head out the door. I've lost my Korean colleague / fresh meat in the chaos. I'm sure he'll be able to fend for himself. They have mandatory military service in Korea.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

wait what is that

all that is to say

the site i am dreaming