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.

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.

It Will Get Lighter

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

division of reality is straying away from it

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mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

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

which magnetises chains of pins

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.

or never left

autonomy of learning

barren land

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

i see a website

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

like first name