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.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
no like which do people call me
what do you mean
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
i want to do that too
i love it here
have you read
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.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
brb i will read and reply sincerely
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
much more tactility
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
its performative
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
as in
abrar?
is this you as well
like first name
i was tempted to lie about my name
its good