Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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

really i want the internet

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

as in

so at the end

its good

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

yeah

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

plato

no i haven't really read anything

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

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

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.

autonomy of learning

13, H, grate

magnetisation/form