i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

its performative

you cannot feed someone truth

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

we can only engage in such a way

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

propensity within someone

autonomy of learning

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

i love it here

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

i really havent

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

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

It Will Get Lighter

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.

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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. way too specific.

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what do you mean

i dont understand magnetisation

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

I Write Goodbye Letter

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the site i am dreaming

or never left

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.

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

in a post. I want to be remembered