you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

thank you

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

not their contents

i understand

as in

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

and the fake qualifier

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.

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

so at the end

isaac newton

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

whats your name?

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

the site i am dreaming

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

i dont understand magnetisation

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then