Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
you cannot feed someone truth
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
in a post. I want to be remembered
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
or never left
your feed looks like my tumblr
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
so the method has to be autonomous
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
so at the end
currently