hiding from the rain
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
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.
so an active mazelike process
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
you have a beautiful account btw
so the method has to be autonomous
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.