i really havent

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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

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

so the method has to be autonomous

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i see a website

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

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

Rain, starting

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somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

much more tactility

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

division of reality is straying away from it

autonomy of learning

hiding from the rain

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

idk

i understand

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

yeah