Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

It Will Get Lighter

wait what is that

or never left

fw

send your tumblr

i was tempted to lie about my name

so at the end

i have read not even 1 book

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.

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. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

Thank you, Jack

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

but really the thing should be autonomous

yeah

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

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.

what do you think my name is

kind of mythopoesis