i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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

as in

bro i read nothing in my life

its performative

isaac newton

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

i was tempted to lie about my name

i dont understand magnetisation

ion

sorry i am texting like a slav

abrar?

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

no i haven't really read anything

whats your name?

"Put a blanket."

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.

yeah

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

...

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?

December 2025

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

Slug

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

1

fw

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

and the fake qualifier