hello reader,
no longer writing in the third person
I am below everything.
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.
not their contents
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
what do you think my name is
i was tempted to lie about my name
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.