think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc."Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
no longer writing in the third person
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
and the fake qualifier
no like which do people call me
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
"Put a blanket."
we need to be deconstructing our identities
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
its good short few pages
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
kind of mythopoesis
its good
much more tactility
which magnetises chains of pins
i dont understand magnetisation
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.
plato