Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
I am below everything.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
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.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
its performative
i dont understand magnetisation
i was tempted to lie about my name
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
have you read
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Thank you, Jack
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.