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

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

isaac newton

i really havent

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

lol

that looks like my instagram account

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

send your tumblr

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

we can only engage in such a way

what do you mean

as in

is everyoneback on tumblr now

its good

you have a beautiful account btw

and the fake qualifier

idk

barren land

hiding from the rain

13, H, grate

brb i will read and reply sincerely

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

i want to do that too

no like which do people call me

have you read

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.

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me