After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
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in a post. I want to be remembered
Today I felt like starting
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.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
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.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
plato
division of reality is straying away from it
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
propensity within someone
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50