She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

really i want the internet

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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

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.

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mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

like first name

"Put a blanket."

ion

i was tempted to lie about my name

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

kind of mythopoesis

sorry i am texting like a slav

autonomy of learning

its good

that looks like my instagram account

division of reality is straying away from it

plato