Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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

send your tumblr

you cannot feed someone truth

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

yeah

Rain, starting

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

we can only engage in such a way

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

or never left

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

what do you mean

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

"Put a blanket."

plato

no i haven't really read anything

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

idk

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


"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

is everyoneback on tumblr now

so an active mazelike process

no like which do people call me

its performative

Worse Lift

yeah

its good short few pages

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."