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

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

magnetisation/form

its performative

you cannot feed someone truth

plato

i dont understand magnetisation

as in

i love it here

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

I am below everything.

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

isaac

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.

ahnaf abrar

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

your feed looks like my tumblr

which magnetises chains of pins

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

ion

brb i will read and reply sincerely