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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

all that is to say

autonomy of learning

you cannot feed someone truth

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

idk

its good

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

have you read

Slug

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

abrar?

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

isaac newton

i want to do that too

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

so at the end

2 (actually index). two is company

not so on: yvf(wthw)

plato

its good short few pages

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

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

ahnaf abrar

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