Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
"Put a blanket."
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.
so at the end
god being the centre magnet
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
not their contents
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
plato
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
propensity within someone
idk
no like which do people call me
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
i love it here
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
so the method has to be autonomous
ahnaf abrar
i really havent
i want to do that too
its performative
isaac
bro i read nothing in my life
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
is this you as well
we need to be deconstructing our identities