it is hopeful
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 wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
"Put a blanket."
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
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isaac newton
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
its good
its good short few pages
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
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your feed looks like my tumblr
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
you have a beautiful account btw
like magnets
so an active mazelike process
i love it here
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason