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.
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
wait what is that
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
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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.
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
the site i am dreaming
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
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Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
fw
as in
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
bro i read nothing in my life
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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
and the fake qualifier