feel you
The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
plato
is everyoneback on tumblr now
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
lol yea
barren land
your feed looks like my tumblr
send your tumblr
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
isaac
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
lol
not their contents
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
was it worth it
i want to do that too
whats your name?
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
yeah
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
so at the end
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
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?
division of reality is straying away from it
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away