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.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

its good

is this you as well

barren land


isaac

abrar?

its good

whats your name?

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.

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

I am below everything.

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i was tempted to lie about my name

i really havent

autonomy of learning

idk

was it worth it

yeah

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

Style