idk

lol yea

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

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

god being the centre magnet

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

no i haven't really read anything

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

whats your name?

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

its good

i dont understand magnetisation

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.

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

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

what do you mean

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

13, H, grate

or never left

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

its good

you cannot feed someone truth