I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

currently

autonomy of learning

so an active mazelike process

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

as in

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

magnetisation/form

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

was it worth it

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Rain, starting

what do you mean

have you read

plato

no longer writing in the third person

propensity within someone

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

we can only engage in such a way

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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

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

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them