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.
all that is to say
and the fake qualifier
i was tempted to lie about my name
abrar?
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
i love it here
like first name
sorry i am texting like a slav
much more tactility
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
its good
isaac
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
i dont understand magnetisation
not their contents
thank you
as in
so the method has to be autonomous
magnetisation/form
what do you mean
i understand
that looks like my instagram account
whats your name?
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
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.