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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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.

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

i really havent

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

autonomy of learning

magnetisation/form

not their contents

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

yeah

propensity within someone

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

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

thank you

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

we can only engage in such a way

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

feel you

your feed looks like my tumblr

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

13, H, grate

i want to do that too

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

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