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.

all that is to say

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

much more tactility

not their contents

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

we can only engage in such a way

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

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

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

Can I see

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

no i haven't really read anything

...

so at the end

feel you

we need to be deconstructing our identities

abrar?

i really havent

autonomy of learning

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

is this you as well

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

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

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.