i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
its performative
propensity within someone
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They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
magnetisation/form
i want to do that too
no i haven't really read anything
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
like first name
have you read
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
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Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
But seriously, thank you, Jack
currently
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?
or never left
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.
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.