There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
it is hopeful
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
isaac newton
so the method has to be autonomous
i was tempted to lie about my name
or never left