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.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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

"Put a blanket."

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

but i respect your search

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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brb i will read and reply sincerely

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

you have a beautiful account btw

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

so the method has to be autonomous