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.

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.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

I am below everything.

autonomy of learning

really i want the internet

so an active mazelike process

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Worse Lift

Rain, starting

brb i will read and reply sincerely

Style

hiding from the rain

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

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

not so on: yvf(wthw)

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

hello reader,

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

its performative

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter