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

so at the end

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

not their contents

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

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

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

really i want the internet

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

idk

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

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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