Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

IWGD

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'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

It Will Get Lighter

Today I felt like starting

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

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