the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
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.
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
feel you
I am below everything.
plato
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
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.
magnetisation/form
which magnetises chains of pins
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
so at the end
like first name
was it worth it