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 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
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
kind of mythopoesis
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant
articulate