you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

It Will Get Lighter

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13, H, grate

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

plato

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.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

lol

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

much more tactility

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

its performative

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

Lift Analysis

autonomy of learning

was it worth it

we need to be deconstructing our identities

Can I see

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

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