There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
as in
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
not their contents
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
you have a beautiful account btw
hiding from the rain
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 am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
kind of mythopoesis
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
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.
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
Can I see