Ma Jun: New China Series-Apple Computer No.2 (2012)

Wahoo! Here it is again, folks!

remember when i said i had no art to show? well now i do!

love these gays

check out en abime if you havent, folks, it’s a fun time over here

Log #02

Second day of these memory logs. Today, Henry asked me my favorite memory. And I said I’m at this dance hall in Harlem, right? Maybe mid-twenties. Maybe the night of January 7th 1925. It’s hard to really cast my mind back that far, you know? It’s all some kinda mishmash, memories existing at the same time. Or maybe I’ve just got a real crappy memory. Well, I’m standing in a corner — must not be a huge one for parties, or maybe I knew I was a bit queer — and I remember everything glowing all golden-like. High ceilings, all decked out. It’s a gas. Dancers all crowding the floor, a man spinning his sweetheart past me as he fixes his tie with the other hand. A woman laughing to my right. The smell of booze. And that music. That swing. I feel the music surrounding me in my bones, shaking me from the inside out, just like it’s shaking everyone else in this joint. Just coasting along to the vibrations.

And then — fewer people this time. The night’s winding down, fellas are going home with their dolls. We’re giving one last hurrah for the couples still knocking it out on the dance floor. These kids are a bit more sauced now, swaying and laughing and bumping into each other. They dimmed the lights some. I’m still sticking around in my corner. Nobody by my side now. And that music. Still loud as hell, ringing out the night, shaking me from the inside out. And that’s kinda it, I told him. Great night.

What would you say to Henry if you could see him again right now?

Oh, uh --

Hi! Boy, I've missed you. Happy to see you're doin' well. Look, I understand if you want your privacy, and I'm happy to give it to ya, but I'd like to give you my goodbye, at least. If I get the heads up that you're goin', I can remember to, uh, save some kinda memory of your smile.

Though for what it's worth, I'd really like it if you hung around. Can't really find myself thinkin' about anything else these days. I find myself thinkin', real philosophizin', yeah, the rest of it ain't really worth anything. Even if you're looking to do some amelioratin' of your life, and you're after that kinda self-improvement, you gotta remember the bits of this place that make life worth livin' and keep those around. Things that I take for granted. Like seein' your handsome face 'round here!

-- Something along those lines, I s'pose. I clam up 'round him sometimes.

Something like this perhaps!

thoughts on dogs?

The golden ones remind me of Henry! Seen a couple from afar (and now I've seen photographs and such, of course) but always wondered what those things felt like.

Y’all won.

Wahoo! Hope the kid’s not too torn up about it. Knowing her, she’ll be all right.

i'm ju st g la d e ve ry on e's in o ne pi e ce

what are your favourite birds? i'm a pied wagtail enjoyer personally, but i also like pigeons and robins

I fancy a nice falcon or a big barn owl! Pigeons are also lovely! And mourning doves! Anythin' that coos!

i like all kinds of birds! ones i liked to see in real life - i think snow buntings are real cute. and i like hawks a lot

hey is everyone in the abime a musician of some sort?

Huh! S'pose we all are. Even ol' Thomas plays the violin, though he thinks he ain't too good.

🍭I don't know who you are or why you followed us but you're really cool 😈😈😈

Thank you kindly! Come on in!

william are you a silly little guy

1) Yes, I daresay I’m a bit silly! I tend to take things lightly.

2) I do often appear fairly small! Shorter than Henry and Mal and the like, at least. Though I could change that, I suppose!

3) I am male, yes!

Take a gander, honeydarlin’! Ain’t that the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen? I wager you look the most like the one right under ya…

h ey!

Henry Bicknell stimboard

✭ with golden dog stims

✫ RQ'd by 🫀 anon !

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