There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
in a post. I want to be remembered
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.
Thank you, Jack
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
I am below everything.
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
you cannot feed someone truth
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
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.
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Can I see
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
much more tactility
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
thank you
send your tumblr
is this you as well
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
what do you mean
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
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