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.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Better Lift

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

no i haven't really read anything

so the method has to be autonomous

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

and the fake qualifier

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

lol yea

not so on: yvf(wthw)

was it worth it

that looks like my instagram account

part of an old note. It will get lighter.
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

send your tumblr

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

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

lol