Thank you, Jack

Better Lift

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

as in

that looks like my instagram account

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

It Will Get Lighter

propensity within someone

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

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.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

not their contents

like first name

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

i want to do that too

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

and the fake qualifier

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

we need to be deconstructing our identities

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting