But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.
brb i will read and reply sincerely
propensity within someone
Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.
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
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
so at the end
you have a beautiful account btw
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
A roll of 50s is one of the items he dumps onto my table during the search. Of course it is. He asks if I'm a delivery boy or a setter or this or that diamond related job. I keep saying no, I'm enjoying hearing all of these new words. Eventually I tell him that I work in film, which is kind of true. He asks where I'm filming. I'm not filming. He tells me that I can't be that good at it then. He then tells me that he made a film once, in the 80s. It was called Pimlico Rats.
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
Thank you, Jack
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. 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.
really i want the internet
but i respect your search
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
sorry i am texting like a slav
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
god being the centre magnet
Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.
no i haven't really read anything