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.

was it worth it

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

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

autonomy of learning

much more tactility

is everyoneback on tumblr now

wait what is that

lol yea

the site i am dreaming

Lift Analysis

sorry i am texting like a slav

we can only engage in such a way

fw

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

bro i read nothing in my life

isaac newton

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

magnetisation/form

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.