no longer writing in the third person

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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.

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

so the method has to be autonomous

magnetisation/form

idk

so at the end

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.

we can only engage in such a way

isaac newton

Thank you, Jack

i see a website

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

that looks like my instagram account

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it