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.

god being the centre magnet

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

yeah

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

no like which do people call me

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

what do you mean

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

much more tactility

i have read not even 1 book

is this you as well

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

i understand

and the fake qualifier

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

lol

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It Will Get Lighter

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting