like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
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.
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.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Better Lift
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
yeah
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
idk
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
its good
ion
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
no longer writing in the third person
that looks like my instagram account
send your tumblr
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
i have read not even 1 book
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
but really the thing should be autonomous
fw