it is hopeful
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.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
i really havent
not so on: yvf(wthw)
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
the site i am dreaming
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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 struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
"Put a blanket."
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
was it worth it
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
not their contents
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models