The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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.
really i want the internet
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
what do you mean
so at the end
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that looks like my instagram account
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.
so an active mazelike process
have you read
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
i love it here
bro i read nothing in my life
Can I see
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
no i haven't really read anything