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.

Better Lift

really i want the internet

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

isaac

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

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

"Put a blanket."

so at the end

I am below everything.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

as in

yeah

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

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

barren land

is everyoneback on tumblr now