I Write Goodbye Letter

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

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

yeah

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

so at the end

much more tactility

we need to be deconstructing our identities

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

your feed looks like my tumblr

i love it here

...

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

is everyoneback on tumblr now

i really havent

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

abrar?

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08