and the fake qualifier

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

really i want the internet

It Will Get Lighter

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

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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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.

Thank you, Jack

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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

not their contents

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine