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 really havent

lol

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

and the fake qualifier

magnetisation/form

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

the site i am dreaming

you cannot feed someone truth

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

Thank you, Jack

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

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

god being the centre magnet

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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

ahnaf abrar

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

so the method has to be autonomous

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.