She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
currently
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.its good
you cannot feed someone truth
its performative
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
magnetisation/form
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
propensity within someone
so the method has to be autonomous
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
I am below everything.