I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
we can only engage in such a way
i love it here
we need to be deconstructing our identities
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
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.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
which magnetises chains of pins
like first name
its good short few pages
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
was it worth it
i dont understand magnetisation