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There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
I am below everything.
"Put a blanket."
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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
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.
i have read not even 1 book
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Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
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It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.
idk
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate