feel you
as in
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.we want to live the knowledge too live the content
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
ahnaf abrar
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
what do you mean
sorry i am texting like a slav
i love it here
Better Lift
your feed looks like my tumblr
really i want the internet
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
abrar?
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
which magnetises chains of pins
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
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.we can only engage in such a way
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
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
i have read not even 1 book
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.
we need to be deconstructing our identities
what do you think my name is
no i haven't really read anything