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.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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.

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

autonomy of learning

i love it here

"Put a blanket."

we need to be deconstructing our identities

have you read

bro i read nothing in my life

and the fake qualifier

i dont understand magnetisation

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

i really havent

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

propensity within someone

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

is this you as well

Lift Analysis

not their contents

ion

we can only engage in such a way

as in

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.