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.
brb i will read and reply sincerely
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
we can only engage in such a way
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.
autonomy of learning
"Put a blanket."
not their contents
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
so at the end
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
its performative