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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Thank you, Jack
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
no like which do people call me
i love it here
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
we need to be deconstructing our identities
its good
what do you mean
idk
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
as in
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
is this you as well
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
send your tumblr
i understand
isaac newton
its good short few pages
so at the end