the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
but i respect your search
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
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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.
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
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.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.much more tactility
i dont understand magnetisation
so an active mazelike process
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
plato
i love it here
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models