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.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
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.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
fw
like first name
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.
no longer writing in the third person
ion
no i haven't really read anything
that looks like my instagram account
currently
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
i really havent
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
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
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models