I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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

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.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

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we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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

and the fake qualifier

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

i see a website

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

no i haven't really read anything

Worse Lift

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

i dont understand magnetisation

its performative

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

sorry i am texting like a slav

not their contents

It Will Get Lighter

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

have you read

Thank you, Jack

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.