Amar Akbar Antonin Artaud
Walking through campus in new-bespoke salwar kameez (only half-jokingly named 'national flag dress', see also white dupatta & blue scrunchie).
Walking through campus. I wanted this part to be over. Did I want it enough?
People making fun of other people's accents behind their back: even listening to this makes me feel uneasy, in this case specifically the class connotations.
Mundane bingo: the only fic bingo I have ever wanted to participate in. I find the mundane as attractive and occult as some find stories about robot sorceresses fighting ninja priests. On second thought, now I do want a story about a robot sorceress fighting a ninja priest, dropping her cellphone in a puddle of water, dealing with clueless tourists, walking the dog, and, happily, not being kicked off the bus due to contraband durian.
Walking through campus. I wanted this part to be over. Did I want it enough?
People making fun of other people's accents behind their back: even listening to this makes me feel uneasy, in this case specifically the class connotations.
Mundane bingo: the only fic bingo I have ever wanted to participate in. I find the mundane as attractive and occult as some find stories about robot sorceresses fighting ninja priests. On second thought, now I do want a story about a robot sorceress fighting a ninja priest, dropping her cellphone in a puddle of water, dealing with clueless tourists, walking the dog, and, happily, not being kicked off the bus due to contraband durian.