It Will Get Lighter

feel you

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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.

"Put a blanket."

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

really i want the internet

its performative

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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

all that is to say

yeah

is everyoneback on tumblr now

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

lol yea

barren land