confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

plato

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

i love it here

you cannot feed someone truth

what do you mean

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

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

whats your name?

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

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

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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.

isaac

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

yeah


as in

plato

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos