The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

whats your name?

magnetisation/form

is this you as well

what do you mean

its good

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

abrar?

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.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

its good

autonomy of learning

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

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

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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 wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Rain, starting