no longer writing in the third person

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Today I felt like starting

currently

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.

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

Rain, starting

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

is this you as well

i was tempted to lie about my name

plato

its performative

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

so the method has to be autonomous

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