There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"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
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.
something religious, a kind of complex,
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.whats your name?
its good
so the method has to be autonomous
but really the thing should be autonomous
have you read
barren land
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
no like which do people call me
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.i love it here
like first name
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
yeah
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
plato