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.


Rain, starting

1

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Better Lift

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59


no longer writing in the third person


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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Today I felt like starting

ahnaf abrar

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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

magnetises a pin

no i haven't really read anything

i have read not even 1 book

plato

no like which do people call me

like first name

not their contents

so at the end

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

so an active mazelike process

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

Worse Lift

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models