no longer writing in the third person

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

I am below everything.

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?

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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

yeah

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

autonomy of learning

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

and the fake qualifier

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

plato

i was tempted to lie about my name

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

so the method has to be autonomous

we can only engage in such a way

and the fake qualifier

feel you

brb i will read and reply sincerely

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

its performative

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

is this you as well

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

no like which do people call me

bro i read nothing in my life