They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
you cannot feed someone truth
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
no i haven't really read anything
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
have you read
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
much more tactility
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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.
not so on: yvf(wthw)
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
which magnetises chains of pins
hiding from the rain
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
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.
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
currently
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
no like which do people call me