like magnets

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.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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.

no longer writing in the third person

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

plato

god being the centre magnet

magnetises a pin

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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

It Will Get Lighter

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

i understand

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

as in

no i haven't really read anything

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Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

no like which do people call me

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46