My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

Better Lift

IWGD

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Worse Lift

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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 am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

It Will Get Lighter

Thank you, Jack

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.

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

in a post. I want to be remembered