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
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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.
"Put a blanket."
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.