whats your name?

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

it is hopeful

we can only engage in such a way

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

which magnetises chains of pins

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

its good

barren land

we need to be deconstructing our identities

all that is to say

so the method has to be autonomous