Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
its performative
lol
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
so at the end
i really havent
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
magnetisation/form
like first name
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.
as in
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate