My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
not their contents
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.
autonomy of learning
Better Lift
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
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 really havent
feel you
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
no like which do people call me
which magnetises chains of pins
i was tempted to lie about my name
like first name
lol yea
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
isaac