One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

IWGD

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

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Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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.

as in

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.