Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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 bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

"Put a blanket."

like magnets

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

fw

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

much more tactility

you cannot feed someone truth

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

not their contents

Better Lift

magnetisation/form

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

we need to be deconstructing our identities

feel you

plato