currently

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

yeah

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

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.

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

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.

Can I see

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

I am below everything.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Thank you, Jack

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Rain, starting

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

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

but i respect your search

you cannot feed someone truth

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