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.

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

that looks like my instagram account

god being the centre magnet

so an active mazelike process

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

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

isaac newton

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

thank you

which magnetises chains of pins

Worse Lift

really i want the internet

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.

like magnets

i understand

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

its good

its good

no i haven't really read anything

much more tactility

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.