its performative
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
kind of mythopoesis
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
I am below everything.
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.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
i see a website
yes
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
Lift Analysis
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
"Put a blanket."
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.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying