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

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

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

its performative

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

but i respect your search

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Better Lift

really i want the internet

currently

as in

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

division of reality is straying away from it

all that is to say

autonomy of learning

I am below everything.

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.

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