the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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


i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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so at the end

was it worth it

brb i will read and reply sincerely

that looks like my instagram account

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

have you read

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

really i want the internet

much more tactility

thank you

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

isaac newton

isaac

but i respect your search

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

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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.

Worse Lift

abrar?

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."