you know who you are. no more time, not like

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. way too specific.

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 am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

no longer writing in the third person

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

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.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged 
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you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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.

all that is to say

hiding from the rain

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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