The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

in a post. I want to be remembered

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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we need to be deconstructing our identities

have you read

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

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.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak