something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
not their contents
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
magnetisation/form
its performative
all that is to say
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
yeah
as in