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.

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

Picture

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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"Put a blanket."

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

idk

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

but i respect your search

yes

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

autonomy of learning

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

isaac

sorry i am texting like a slav

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

we can only engage in such a way

i dont understand magnetisation

barren land

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

like first name

no i haven't really read anything

no like which do people call me