The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
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Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
yes
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 the birds knew I was watching?
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
really i want the internet
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
autonomy of learning
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
we can only engage in such a way
as in
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class