Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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

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.

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

lol

what do you mean

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

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

so the method has to be autonomous

plato

isaac newton

no i haven't really read anything

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

sorry i am texting like a slav

or never left

and the fake qualifier

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

isaac

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

feel you

I am below everything.

i understand

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

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its good

have you read

i have read not even 1 book

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

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

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

division of reality is straying away from it

Worse Lift