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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

hiding from the rain

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

currently

13, H, grate

magnetisation/form

yes

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

but i respect your search

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

so at the end

autonomy of learning

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

really i want the internet

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.