this regret machine

TO BE HONEST with you, i’m thinking about getting my head kicked in by a man with white jordans and a septum piercing when my bike takes a moment to itself. It chooses to leave me clattering, a real weird woman and with her real weird hunk of metal meeting an invisible resistance, and letting contact between the pavement and the body come to. Here is the firmament, just be cool, and don’t over think it. Anyway, it’s strange, then it’s sore, then you’re off dusting your hand and, then, oh, yeah, no, all good, thank you for asking, sorry you had to see that, i’ll be okay though. Ha ha ha ha. Then it’s riding with a preciousness, as well as an immutable anxiety all the way home. Stopping underneath a bridge, I find somebody’s aunt with a Sainsbury’s shopping bag stood so still. She is not motionless - i must say it until i am breathless, there is life here - she is looking the way I came. I drink the questionable remains of the contents of my waterbottle. I take off my sweater, i try to ...

it's not supposed to look good, duh.  A brief 'lecture' (fuck off) on writing character for a course I'm on. Character exists at the heart of our association with each other. We know who is supposed to be a character, for what they have done, the abstraction and reduction into ‘h, he’s a character, in’t he?’ It is through others, we become ourselves, says Lev Vygotsky: and the social psychologist argues too, we become ourselves through play. Character and play are commonalities, rich in bed with each other, as we adopt roles and archetypes to, firstly have fun, and then, to become. Writing character, making character, becoming character can be the same. The precedent for creative writing guidance on YouTube is readily available,. The lesson I want to impart here is that character comes from energy, a fixed location, and must be progressing onwards and towards another horizon.  The traits and characteristics are already there for you watch and read about. This lecture is...