barren land

I am below everything.

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

but really the thing should be autonomous

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

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

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

Thank you, Jack

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

what do you think my name is

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

isaac newton

1

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

currently

so at the end

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

much more tactility

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

kind of mythopoesis

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

really i want the internet

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