i really havent

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.


a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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.

autonomy of learning

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

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

so the method has to be autonomous

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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

currently

it is hopeful

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

fw

i have read not even 1 book

idk

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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.

not their contents

yeah