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.
lol
thank you
is this you as well
i love it here
its good
lol yea
send your tumblr
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
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wait what is that
Thank you, Jack
yeah
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
its good
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
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.
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.
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.
whats your name?
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.