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

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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

division of reality is straying away from it

It's

dusk

magnetisation/form

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

you cannot feed someone truth

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

i really havent

idk

much more tactility

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

currently

in a post. I want to be remembered

no i haven't really read anything

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

It Will Get Lighter

you have a beautiful account btw