"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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.

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

you have a beautiful account btw

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

hiding from the rain

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Picture

Thank you, Jack

not their contents

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

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

autonomy of learning

propensity within someone

so the method has to be autonomous

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

i really havent

this will be about a slug

its performative

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?