Can I see
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
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.
what do you think my name is
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
yeah
plato
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
isaac newton
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
which magnetises chains of pins
like first name
thank you
not their contents
as in