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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
like first name
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
your feed looks like my tumblr
yeah
as in
magnetisation/form
its performative
have you read
is this you as well
i was tempted to lie about my name
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
sorry i am texting like a slav
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
god being the centre magnet
whats your name?
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
plato
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
no like which do people call me
"Put a blanket."
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.