There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
as in
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
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?
idk
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.
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
fw
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
Thank you, Jack
its performative
or never left
"Put a blanket."