you cannot feed someone truth
so the method has to be autonomous
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Today I felt like starting
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
magnetises a pin
is everyoneback on tumblr now
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
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.
I am below everything.
wait what is that
idk
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
send your tumblr
i have read not even 1 book
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
Thank you, Jack
The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."