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

i really havent

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

god being the centre magnet

yeah

or never left

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

idk

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

the site i am dreaming

no i haven't really read anything

is this you as well

what do you mean

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

no like which do people call me

i really havent

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

like magnets

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

Rain, starting

"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.

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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