I remember how I saw and met a person, a boy at the waterfront in front of the farm boy. A group of people and him walk towards me from afar. From where I was standing I saw his face blushing. I think he was shy. Then that was 2021 or 2020. From then on I had been making works about debts, brexit and all sorts of other materials. I read about Lena Dunham’s new biography on the London review of books. It had made me realize how difficult people could be. I couldn’t repay my debts including student loan debts because I couldn’t find a paying job and I have mental illness. This thought had made me want to commit suicide. But I still couldn’t resolve it even if I killed myself. Why did the Brexit happen? Do they just want a clean split? I have two more trips to New York. This upcoming one required me to get up really early to go to the bus station because it’s in the early morning. I wonder how these two trips gonna go. Then I thought about him and his face. My worries become lessened. Etc.
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