We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
yes
in a post. I want to be remembered
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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.
division of reality is straying away from it
isaac
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
autonomy of learning
so the method has to be autonomous
as in
propensity within someone
lol yea
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
plato