but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

idk

autonomy of learning

sorry i am texting like a slav

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

not their contents

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you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

so an active mazelike process

so at the end

you cannot feed someone truth

what do you mean

its performative

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.

plato

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

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

wait what is that

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

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

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?

which magnetises chains of pins