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.
no like which do people call me
A roll of 50s is one of the items he dumps onto my table during the search. Of course it is. He asks if I'm a delivery boy or a setter or this or that diamond related job. I keep saying no, I'm enjoying hearing all of these new words. Eventually I tell him that I work in film, which is kind of true. He asks where I'm filming. I'm not filming. He tells me that I can't be that good at it then. He then tells me that he made a film once, in the 80s. It was called Pimlico Rats.
wait what is that
so at the end
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
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
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
December 2025
division of reality is straying away from it
but i respect your search
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
its performative
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
and the fake qualifier
so the method has to be autonomous
like first name
autonomy of learning
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
what do you think my name is
propensity within someone
your feed looks like my tumblr