a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.autonomy of learning
no i haven't really read anything
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
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.
lol
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
as in
sorry i am texting like a slav
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
whats your name?
send link
you cannot feed someone truth
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We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
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