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.
yeah
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
"Put a blanket."
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
and the fake qualifier
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
not their contents
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
brb i will read and reply sincerely
currently
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
and the fake qualifier
sorry i am texting like a slav
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation