"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
no longer writing in the third person
it is hopeful
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
autonomy of learning
i was tempted to lie about my name
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
i want to do that too
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
i love it here
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.
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
what do you think my name is
its good short few pages
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
its good