something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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 in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
much more tactility
sorry i am texting like a slav
magnetisation/form
is everyoneback on tumblr now
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate