not their contents
you have a beautiful account btw
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
brb i will read and reply sincerely
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
division of reality is straying away from it
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
all that is to say
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
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.
hiding from the rain
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
abrar?
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
plato
wait what is that
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
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.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46