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.
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.
I am below everything.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
i love it here
no longer writing in the third person
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
no i haven't really read anything
division of reality is straying away from it
so at the end
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
like first name
and the fake qualifier
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
you cannot feed someone truth
but i respect your search
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now