.png)
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
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.
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
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.Thank you, Jack
yes
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
plato
really i want the internet
what do you think my name is
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
autonomy of learning