a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

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Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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.

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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so the method has to be autonomous

and the fake qualifier

i dont understand magnetisation

lol yea

isaac newton

no like which do people call me

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

no longer writing in the third person

or never left

its performative

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

we need to be deconstructing our identities

It's

dusk

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