I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
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
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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
but really the thing should be autonomous
propensity within someone
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
its performative
you cannot feed someone truth
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
you have a beautiful account btw
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
i was tempted to lie about my name
but i respect your search
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
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i love it here