but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
have you read
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
and the fake qualifier
not their contents
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
as in
sorry i am texting like a slav
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
thank you
feel you
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
plato
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
ahnaf abrar
its good
you cannot feed someone truth
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
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.
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.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
propensity within someone