There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
it is hopeful
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
hiding from the rain
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
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.
so at the end
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate