Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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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.
in a post. I want to be remembered
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
"Put a blanket."
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
not their contents
as in
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
you cannot feed someone truth
we can only engage in such a way
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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.Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41