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.
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out."Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
we need to be deconstructing our identities
your feed looks like my tumblr
Today I felt like starting
division of reality is straying away from it
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
its performative
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