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"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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.
ion
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
sorry i am texting like a slav
you cannot feed someone truth
autonomy of learning
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
isaac newton
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
as in
like magnets