like first name
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
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.
your feed looks like my tumblr
have you read
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.
is this you as well
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
much more tactility
its good
we need to be deconstructing our identities
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
so an active mazelike process
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
as in
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
so the method has to be autonomous
its good short few pages