not their contents

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

kind of mythopoesis

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Lift Analysis

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

its performative

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.

propensity within someone

what do you think my name is

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

was it worth it

its good

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

"Put a blanket."

barren land

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

wait what is that

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

feel you

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

i have read not even 1 book

fw

and the fake qualifier

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

so an active mazelike process