Today I felt like starting

no longer writing in the third person

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

autonomy of learning

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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.

Style

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

bro i read nothing in my life

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.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

send your tumblr

it is hopeful

send link

so the method has to be autonomous

hello reader,

is everyoneback on tumblr now

It's

dusk