Status Updates From Another Country

I’m actually lowkey getting overstimulated by how many absolutely insane lines there are just one after a-fucking-nother and it’s gonna have to slow down if I have any hope of making it through this book fifteen panic attacks short of the white padded room.

I’m not sure what that means.

James would’ve said it better.

“He remembered Leona. Or a sudden, cold, familiar sickness filled him and he knew he was remembering Leona.”

I mean, what are you supposed to even do when people can write like this. What the fuck is even the point of doing it as a hobby? Like, if James Baldwin is LeBron Jamesing his prose rn then the dumb shit I write in my notebook is like a horse trying to make a one-hoofed reverse layup. Just a non-starter.

“Here and there a woman passed, here and there a man; rarely, a couple.”

Sauntering, lyrical prose.

Metronome-aware narration.