so at the end

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

currently

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

its good short few pages

13, H, grate

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

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

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

no i haven't really read anything

feel you

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

autonomy of learning

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.

no longer writing in the third person

in a post. I want to be remembered

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

division of reality is straying away from it

hiding from the rain

ion

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

plato

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03