as in

i understand

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

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

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

1

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.

no longer writing in the third person

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Rain, starting

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

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.

your feed looks like my tumblr

It's

dusk

it is hopeful

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i really havent

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

what do you think my name is

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

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

no like which do people call me