like first name

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

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

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

its performative

not their contents

as in

propensity within someone

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

Rain, starting

I am below everything.

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.