we need to be deconstructing our identities
god being the centre magnet
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
i dont understand magnetisation
barren land
wait what is that
December 2025
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
its good
what do you think my name is
magnetises a pin
or never left
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
i really havent
send your tumblr
feel you
Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.
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.
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 magnets
have you read
There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.