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Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
in a post. I want to be remembered
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
I am below everything.
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.
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
all that is to say
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
no longer writing in the third person
autonomy of learning
you cannot feed someone truth
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
we can only engage in such a way
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.