nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
kind of mythopoesis
"Put a blanket."
Better Lift
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
abrar?
that looks like my instagram account
i have read not even 1 book
its good
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
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
yeah
idk