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

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

no i haven't really read anything

autonomy of learning

what do you think my name is

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

the site i am dreaming

sorry i am texting like a slav

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

currently

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

was it worth it

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.

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

kind of mythopoesis

i really havent

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

i want to do that too

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then