somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
"Put a blanket."
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
isaac
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
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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.
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isaac newton
its performative
i understand
ahnaf abrar
not their contents
its good
i love it here