Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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?

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i really havent

plato

all that is to say

autonomy of learning

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

we need to be deconstructing our identities

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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

as in

division of reality is straying away from it

not their contents

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

yeah

you cannot feed someone truth

we can only engage in such a way

like first name

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

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

whats your name?

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

like magnets

i dont understand magnetisation

not so on: yvf(wthw)

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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