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

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

was it worth it

and the fake qualifier

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

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yes

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

the site i am dreaming

hello reader,

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

lol

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

ion

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.