its good

and the fake qualifier

its good short few pages

isaac

god being the centre magnet

i really havent

After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.

sorry i am texting like a slav

was it worth it

2 (actually index). two is company

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

like magnets

The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."

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.

you cannot feed someone truth

so the method has to be autonomous

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

brb i will read and reply sincerely

it is hopeful

you have a beautiful account btw

i love it here

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


i am quite illiterate on producing technology



I Write Goodbye Letter


somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i was tempted to lie about my name

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

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.


Thank you, Jack

yeah