i was tempted to lie about my name

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

have you read

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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

autonomy of learning

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

isaac

idk

Worse Lift

Rain, starting

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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.

your feed looks like my tumblr

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

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

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

Better Lift

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