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.

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Worse Lift

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Today I felt like starting

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

you cannot feed someone truth

so at the end

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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

much more tactility

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

you have a beautiful account btw

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