what do you think my name is
I am below everything.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
brb i will read and reply sincerely
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.
as in
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
really i want the internet
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.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 wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.