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.
it is hopeful
Better Lift
"Put a blanket."
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
as in
like first name
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
feel you
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
its performative
i really havent