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.

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

ion

its good

not so on: yvf(wthw)

sorry i am texting like a slav

its good short few pages

and the fake qualifier

its good

its performative

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

yeah

December 2025

like first name

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

so the method has to be autonomous

feel you