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.
and the fake qualifier
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
in a post. I want to be remembered
brb i will read and reply sincerely
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
really i want the internet
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
Lift Analysis
you have a beautiful account btw
theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
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.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
like magnets
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
i see a website
autonomy of learning