Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

all that is to say

so at the end

1

hiding from the rain

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

no longer writing in the third person

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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

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

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

magnetises a pin

no i haven't really read anything

its performative

Thank you, Jack

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

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

so an active mazelike process