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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.
no longer writing in the third person
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
so an active mazelike process
god being the centre magnet
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
so the method has to be autonomous
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
we can only engage in such a way
magnetisation/form
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
i love it here
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
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.
much more tactility
its performative
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.
as in
"Put a blanket."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.