wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

Rain, starting

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

you have a beautiful account btw

its performative

Better Lift

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

so an active mazelike process

"Put a blanket."

your feed looks like my tumblr

lol yea

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

that looks like my instagram account

idk

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

which magnetises chains of pins

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

we need to be deconstructing our identities