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last year a friend of mine from my course killed himself, i don't know it was how it happened but i think so. The english department at my university have sent an email out to people attached to the department, and they say they have set up a yearly Cosmo Davenport-Heines poetry prize,, that's his name. writing about memory as cross boards as light reflecting objects on paper with crayons and coloured glitter pens made from the reflections of bears. i never understood physics as much as i think i'd like to. my mud memory takes me home to an old wheelbarrow. i'm going to write something, anyway, because i think that feeling lost in despair is what did it.
i'm reading much and seperating myself from interactions at the moment. i mostly want some fairy lights, either curtain or pretty, sparkly ones. also a printer and some cartridges so i can read essays on paper, they also sound better like that. i've pretty much been listening to nina simone on repeat recently, i live with someone called lucy who is nice, we live next door in our bedrooms, i like that. my work is going well with sapna, understanding her is so imperfect for me, in the best way, i hate that i am made here, now. , i know what i am passionate about now, i just need how to learn to put myself into words and speak.
i'm reading much and seperating myself from interactions at the moment. i mostly want some fairy lights, either curtain or pretty, sparkly ones. also a printer and some cartridges so i can read essays on paper, they also sound better like that. i've pretty much been listening to nina simone on repeat recently, i live with someone called lucy who is nice, we live next door in our bedrooms, i like that. my work is going well with sapna, understanding her is so imperfect for me, in the best way, i hate that i am made here, now. , i know what i am passionate about now, i just need how to learn to put myself into words and speak.