i love it here

we can only engage in such a way

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

no i haven't really read anything

not their contents

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

propensity within someone

isaac newton

i understand

so the method has to be autonomous

as in

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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.

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

magnetises a pin

what do you mean

thank you

Better Lift

in a post. I want to be remembered

it is hopeful

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Style

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

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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