"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
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Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
it is hopeful
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
"Put a blanket."
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.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.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext