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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

It Will Get Lighter

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Thank you, Jack

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.

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IWGD

13, H, grate

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

not their contents

autonomy of learning

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

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

we can only engage in such a way

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

that looks like my instagram account

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

so at the end

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls