with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
as in
i want to do that too
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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.
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
what do you think my name is
which magnetises chains of pins
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
what do you mean
and the fake qualifier
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
isaac