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

dusk

ahnaf abrar

yeah

feel you

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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

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.

fw

magnetisation/form

barren land

i was tempted to lie about my name

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.

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

is this you as well

division of reality is straying away from it

like magnets

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

abrar?

or never left

propensity within someone

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

It's

dusk

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