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.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
really i want the internet
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
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
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
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i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
kind of mythopoesis
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
like first name
i dont understand magnetisation