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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

brb i will read and reply sincerely

but really the thing should be autonomous

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 did until you asked which kind of gave it away

plato

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

send your tumblr

no i haven't really read anything

your feed looks like my tumblr

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

its good

have you read

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

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

whats your name?

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

we need to be deconstructing our identities

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

idk