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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
your feed looks like my tumblr
"Put a blanket."
i really havent
or never left
was it worth it
is this you as well
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.much more tactility
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
so the method has to be autonomous
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
bro i read nothing in my life
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now