Had the chance to write about how people tell fictional stories using historical devices/ styles. Really excited to finally share the results!
https://t.co/xi56ewk9HW
Boyfriend has invented a nemesis he calls "Hidden Gemma", an influencer who posts about all your favourite spots and makes them suddenly overrun with people. Can't get a walk-in on a random Tuesday anymore because they're fully booked? Hidden Gemma's been posting again!
The concept of a decoy duck is twisted. Like, imagine you walked past a restaurant and were like "wow, it's packed in there! Must be really good! Let's give it a go," and then as you got settled and started looking over the menu you slowly realised none of the people were real?
I am the way I am because one time my aunt brought down an old ass album to show me black and white photos of my Italian ancestors and I was like "wow, neat - but why are their eyes closed in all the photos?"
And she was like: ๐
Either spells are real or the infringement of Big Tech on our lives is, because I wrote precisely what I wanted into the universe/ my notes app and now this little rectangular scrying mirror keeps giving me it.
This morning I thought I might be catholic and then I realised I just really like fashion and the idea of all those guys in their red outfits deciding amongst themselves who gets to change into white is very moving and very sacred to me.
My condolences to the generations who lived before headphones and portable music, because nothing feels better than looking up and making eye contact with the moon on beat.
Meanwhile I was watching a (very good!) matinee of Jean Genet's The Maids, wondering what that racket was outside threatening to drown out the final monologue. A bit too on brand honestly.
Boyfriend saw footage of a ruined amphitheatre and instinctively started whispering "Roman construction, man ... they put those stones together so hard it's easier just to leave them there."