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.
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
you cannot feed someone truth
much more tactility
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
in a post. I want to be remembered
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
that looks like my instagram account
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.fw
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
as in
send your tumblr
so the method has to be autonomous
feel you