Worse Lift

what do you think my name is

division of reality is straying away from it

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

we can only engage in such a way

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

what do you mean

not their contents

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

magnetisation/form

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.

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

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

i really havent

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

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

idk

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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

you cannot feed someone truth