kind of mythopoesis

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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.

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

"Put a blanket."

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

division of reality is straying away from it

as in

its good

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

Rain, starting

lol

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

i was tempted to lie about my name

like first name

sorry i am texting like a slav