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.

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

that looks like my instagram account

and the fake qualifier

all that is to say

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

send your tumblr

like first name

so an active mazelike process

isaac

lol

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

division of reality is straying away from it

abrar?

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

idk

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

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

we can only engage in such a way

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

have you read

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

the site i am dreaming

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.

It's

dusk

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

December 2025

bro i read nothing in my life