and the fake qualifier
hiding from the rain
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.
currently
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
in a post. I want to be remembered
so the method has to be autonomous
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
brb i will read and reply sincerely
you cannot feed someone truth
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
we can only engage in such a way
really i want the internet
its good short few pages
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
whats your name?
sorry i am texting like a slav
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
which magnetises chains of pins