Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

so at the end

Today I felt like starting

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.

i understand

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

wait what is that

really i want the internet

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i see a website

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

i have read not even 1 book

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

send your tumblr

plato

that looks like my instagram account

plato

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting