December 2025
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is this you as well
i was tempted to lie about my name
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.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
was it worth it
"Put a blanket."
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
ahnaf abrar
what do you think my name is
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.
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
i really havent
as in
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.