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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
yeah
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
and the fake qualifier
its good
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
....
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
...
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
no i haven't really read anything
its performative
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
feel you
have you read
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
hello reader,
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse