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One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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.

you cannot feed someone truth

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

is this you as well

its good

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

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

propensity within someone

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

its performative

so at the end

as in

in a post. I want to be remembered

yeah

we can only engage in such a way

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

this will be about a slug

what do you mean