Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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.
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
i love it here
idk
isaac newton
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
i have read not even 1 book
was it worth it
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
feel you
like magnets
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.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
we need to be deconstructing our identities
as in
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
so the method has to be autonomous
yes
i dont understand magnetisation
plato