nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
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 love it here
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.plato
i want to do that too
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
lol
what do you think my name is
Better Lift
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
sorry i am texting like a slav
autonomy of learning
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
isaac
is this you as well
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
not their contents
ahnaf abrar
its good
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
its good
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.
i was tempted to lie about my name
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.