"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

really i want the internet

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

so the method has to be autonomous

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

was it worth it

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Style

and the fake qualifier

much more tactility

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

we need to be deconstructing our identities

magnetisation/form

plato

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

we want to live the knowledge too live the content