somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
propensity within someone
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
whats your name?
what do you mean
its good
thank you
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
no i haven't really read anything
Lift Analysis
brb i will read and reply sincerely
you cannot feed someone truth
really i want the internet