i was tempted to lie about my name

no longer writing in the third person

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

much more tactility

what do you think my name is

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

ion

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

lol

its good short few pages

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

its good

so at the end

have you read

is everyoneback on tumblr now

plato