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.

all that is to say

no like which do people call me

yeah

so at the end

we need to be deconstructing our identities

like magnets

what do you mean

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

i really havent

its performative

lol yea

idk

thank you

you cannot feed someone truth

plato

and the fake qualifier

so the method has to be autonomous

so an active mazelike process

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

i have read not even 1 book

sorry i am texting like a slav

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

whats your name?

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

magnetises a pin

is this you as well

god being the centre magnet

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17