but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
division of reality is straying away from it
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
what do you think my name is
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
have you read
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
that looks like my instagram account
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
no like which do people call me
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
idk
as in
i was tempted to lie about my name
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
really i want the internet
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
so at the end
we need to be deconstructing our identities
autonomy of learning
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
I am below everything.
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.
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.