and the fake qualifier
in a post. I want to be remembered
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
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.
"Put a blanket."
i see a website
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
division of reality is straying away from it
your feed looks like my tumblr
so at the end