somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Rain, starting

ion

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

isaac newton

was it worth it

no longer writing in the third person

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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.

was it worth it

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Style

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

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

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.

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.

and the fake qualifier

bro i read nothing in my life

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

"Put a blanket."

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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

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

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate