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.
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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.
currently
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
Better Lift
the site i am dreaming
so the method has to be autonomous
not their contents
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
that looks like my instagram account
yeah
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
"Put a blanket."
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
send your tumblr
no i haven't really read anything
all that is to say
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
we can only engage in such a way