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

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.

Can I see

as in

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

lol yea

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

lol

that looks like my instagram account

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

its performative

we need to be deconstructing our identities

what do you mean

you cannot feed someone truth

magnetisation/form