no like which do people call me

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

Worse Lift

"Put a blanket."

I am below everything.

kind of mythopoesis

you cannot feed someone truth

all that is to say

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

as in

brb i will read and reply sincerely

bro i read nothing in my life

Thank you, Jack

i understand

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

was it worth it

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

ahnaf abrar

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

its good short few pages

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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.

so the method has to be autonomous

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