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.

Rain, starting

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.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Can I see

I am below everything.

or never left

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

division of reality is straying away from it

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

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

yes

the site i am dreaming

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.