what do you think my name is

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

feel you

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

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

all that is to say

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

it is hopeful

like first name

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 don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

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.

its good

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

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.

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.

sorry i am texting like a slav

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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

you cannot feed someone truth

this will be about a slug

i understand

plato

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.

It Will Get Lighter

we need to be deconstructing our identities