I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
hiding from the rain
its performative
you have a beautiful account btw
like first name
isaac
"Put a blanket."
really i want the internet
not their contents
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
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
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
feel you
we need to be deconstructing our identities
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
god being the centre magnet
but i respect your search
what do you think my name is
or never left
fw