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

"Put a blanket."

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

like first name

so an active mazelike process

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

that looks like my instagram account

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

much more tactility

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

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

idk

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

so at the end

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.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

i have read not even 1 book

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

its performative

or never left

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

propensity within someone

It Will Get Lighter

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.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

it is hopeful

hiding from the rain

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book