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.

currently

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

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

"Put a blanket."

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

i was tempted to lie about my name

no like which do people call me

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

what do you mean

send link

was it worth it

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

magnetisation/form

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

wait what is that

its good

its performative

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

isaac

no i haven't really read anything

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

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

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.