autonomy of learning
in a post. I want to be remembered
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 longer writing in the third person
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.we need to be deconstructing our identities
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
no like which do people call me
and the fake qualifier
thank you
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
abrar?
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.
...
was it worth it
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
what do you think my name is