There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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in a post. I want to be remembered

It Will Get Lighter

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 only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

"Put a blanket."

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

i have read not even 1 book

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

yeah

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

magnetisation/form

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

wait what is that

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse