IWGD

division of reality is straying away from it

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

kind of mythopoesis

all that is to say

isaac newton

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

which magnetises chains of pins

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.

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

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.

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

whats your name?

Picture

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

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

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people