something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
it is hopeful
kind of mythopoesis
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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.
like first name
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
its performative
but really the thing should be autonomous
i understand
magnetises a pin
which magnetises chains of pins
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
autonomy of learning
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"