I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
yeah
Lift Analysis
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?
so an active mazelike process
so at the end
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
autonomy of learning
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
"Put a blanket."
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
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.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
you cannot feed someone truth
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.