plato
division of reality is straying away from it
in a post. I want to be remembered
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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.
you have a beautiful account btw
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.
magnetisation/form
as in
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
i understand
feel you
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
like first name
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
its good
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
which magnetises chains of pins
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
sorry i am texting like a slav
i want to do that too
was it worth it