Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

i love it here

sorry i am texting like a slav

i understand

its good

its good short few pages

what do you mean

no i haven't really read anything

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

barren land

we need to be deconstructing our identities

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

feel you

much more tactility

plato

I am below everything.

you have a beautiful account btw

i dont understand magnetisation

plato

propensity within someone

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.

ion

you cannot feed someone truth

fw

whats your name?

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

ahnaf abrar