nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

It Will Get Lighter

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

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.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

so the method has to be autonomous

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

we can only engage in such a way

which magnetises chains of pins

it is hopeful

ion

barren land