Worse Lift

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

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.

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.

really i want the internet

not their contents

its performative

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

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

or never left

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

that looks like my instagram account

isaac

god being the centre magnet

plato

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

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

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

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.