in a post. I want to be remembered

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

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.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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.

you cannot feed someone truth

which magnetises chains of pins

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

lol yea

or never left

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

currently

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

i love it here

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

so at the end