"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
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.
"Put a blanket."
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
thank you
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Better Lift
division of reality is straying away from it
what do you mean
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.so the method has to be autonomous
lol
no i haven't really read anything
plato
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
its performative
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13