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.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

yeah

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

i understand

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

like magnets

plato

all that is to say

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

god being the centre magnet

whats your name?

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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

you cannot feed someone truth

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

its performative

no i haven't really read anything

It's

dusk

13, H, grate