There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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.
plato
isaac
bro i read nothing in my life
plato
abrar?
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nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
not so on: yvf(wthw)
as in
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
i understand
i really havent
god being the centre magnet
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
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like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
and the fake qualifier
send link
not their contents
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
autonomy of learning
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
what do you think my name is
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
bro i read nothing in my life
like first name
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like magnets