i was tempted to lie about my name
abrar?
i want to do that too
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
no i haven't really read anything
what do you mean
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
plato
all that is to say
...
was it worth it
and the fake qualifier
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
no like which do people call me
isaac
the site i am dreaming
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
wait what is that
magnetisation/form
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
not their contents
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
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.
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
I am below everything.
its good