Today I felt like starting

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

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.

in a post. I want to be remembered

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Thank you, Jack

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

its good

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

is this you as well

your feed looks like my tumblr

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

isaac newton

as in

i was tempted to lie about my name

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i have read not even 1 book