I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
currently
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.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
i really havent
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
its good
all that is to say
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
not so on: yvf(wthw)
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
hello reader,
the site i am dreaming
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books