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There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
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.
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.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
isaac
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
propensity within someone
its good
you cannot feed someone truth
magnetises a pin
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
"Put a blanket."
isaac newton
barren land
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
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
i was tempted to lie about my name
idk
is everyoneback on tumblr now