I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
send your tumblr
as in
feel you
its performative
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at 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.
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
Can I see
not their contents
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
you cannot feed someone truth
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.