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

i have read not even 1 book

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

so an active mazelike process

is everyoneback on tumblr now

not their contents

so the method has to be autonomous

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

your feed looks like my tumblr

yeah

its performative

lol yea

idk

its good short few pages

or never left

barren land

i want to do that too

what do you mean

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

feel you

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

its good

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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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

It Will Get Lighter

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.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."