Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
isaac
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.
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
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.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
its good
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
no i haven't really read anything
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
yeah
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
ion
i want to do that too
i was tempted to lie about my name
plato
its good
and the fake qualifier
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
whats your name?
all that is to say
what do you mean