it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
yes
sorry i am texting like a slav
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
currently
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
we need to be deconstructing our identities
have you read
so at the end
what do you think my name is
and the fake qualifier
your feed looks like my tumblr
so an active mazelike process
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.
i have read not even 1 book