in a post. I want to be remembered

Today I felt like starting

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.

kind of mythopoesis

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

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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currently

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

it is hopeful

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

and the fake qualifier

whats your name?

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now