the site i am dreaming

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"Put a blanket."

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.

much more tactility

which magnetises chains of pins

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

i was tempted to lie about my name

lol

plato

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

not their contents

i love it here

isaac

It's

dusk