I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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.

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

isaac

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

its performative

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 need to be deconstructing our identities

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

feel you

what do you mean

abrar?

i was tempted to lie about my name

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

lol

magnetisation/form

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls


so an active mazelike process

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities