its good

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

much more tactility

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

idk

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

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

have you read

"Put a blanket."

Today I felt like starting

barren land

its good

lol

IWGD

we need to be deconstructing our identities

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

yeah

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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.

so at the end

no like which do people call me

fw

thank you

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

Rain, starting

or never left

like magnets

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