i really havent

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

all that is to say

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

not their contents

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

propensity within someone

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

you cannot feed someone truth

so an active mazelike process

but i respect your search

Thank you, Jack

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Lift Analysis

division of reality is straying away from it

really i want the internet

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

Rain, starting

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

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.

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.