Can I see

It Will Get Lighter

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

Lift Analysis

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

I am below everything.

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

as in

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

Rain, starting

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

division of reality is straying away from it

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

sorry i am texting like a slav

is everyoneback on tumblr now

fw

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.

whats your name?

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17