Can I see
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
not their contents
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
division of reality is straying away from it
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
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
brb i will read and reply sincerely
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.
we can only engage in such a way
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
its performative
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
no longer writing in the third person
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.