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 in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

so an active mazelike process

magnetises a pin

your feed looks like my tumblr

so at the end

fw

i have read not even 1 book

send your tumblr

abrar?

lol

have you read

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

yeah

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

we can only engage in such a way

no i haven't really read anything

isaac

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.

i dont understand magnetisation

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

not their contents

"Put a blanket."

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

that looks like my instagram account

whats your name?

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