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 is hopeful
in a post. I want to be remembered
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
It's
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
division of reality is straying away from it
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
what do you mean
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
its good short few pages
sorry i am texting like a slav
have you read
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
magnetisation/form
Today I felt like starting
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
plato
i want to do that too
so at the end