It Will Get Lighter

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.

it is hopeful

13, H, grate

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

so the method has to be autonomous

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division of reality is straying away from it

you cannot feed someone truth

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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