There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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."No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
so at the end
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
so an active mazelike process
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
yeah
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
feel you
like magnets
god being the centre magnet
what do you think my name is
Lift Analysis
was it worth it
i want to do that too
autonomy of learning
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
you cannot feed someone truth
its good
is everyoneback on tumblr now
"Put a blanket."
no like which do people call me