kind of mythopoesis

thank you

autonomy of learning

but really the thing should be autonomous

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

you cannot feed someone truth

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

its good

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

brb i will read and reply sincerely

whats your name?

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

really i want the internet

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.

we can only engage in such a way

what do you mean

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.