and the fake qualifier
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
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it 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.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.its good
no like which do people call me
i love it here
like first name
plato
its good short few pages
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
idk
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
i want to do that too
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
and the fake qualifier
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
yeah