"Put a blanket."

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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.

whats your name?

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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

what do you mean

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

no i haven't really read anything

its good

i dont understand magnetisation

like magnets

so at the end

or never left

isaac

barren land

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

i love it here

thank you

idk

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

sorry i am texting like a slav

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

lol

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate