"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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 love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
Lift Analysis
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
it is hopeful
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.
i want to do that too
December 2025
so an active mazelike process
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