I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
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.
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propensity within someone
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
or never left
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
no i haven't really read anything
magnetises a pin
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation