no i haven't really read anything

much more tactility

what do you think my name is

that looks like my instagram account

so at the end

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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

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

plato

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

like first name

hello reader,

and the fake qualifier

i have read not even 1 book

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

idk

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

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.