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.
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
isaac
magnetises a pin
like magnets
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.
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.thank you
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people