a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

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.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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is everyoneback on tumblr now

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

autonomy of learning

as in

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Today I felt like starting

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

hiding from the rain

no longer writing in the third person

all that is to say

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

magnetisation/form

division of reality is straying away from it

but i respect your search