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.

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.

so the method has to be autonomous

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

idk

send your tumblr

you cannot feed someone truth

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

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

yeah

abrar?

plato

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

i was tempted to lie about my name

as in

yeah

or never left