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

much more tactility

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

lol

as in

lol yea

all that is to say

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.

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

I am below everything.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

you cannot feed someone truth

whats your name?

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

and the fake qualifier

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.

which magnetises chains of pins

so an active mazelike process

autonomy of learning

it is hopeful

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or never left