Thank you, Jack

Thank you, Jack


I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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.

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

plato

so an active mazelike process

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

like magnets

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

13, H, grate

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.
"Put a blanket."