There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
all that is to say
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.
currently
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
autonomy of learning
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
so at the end
send link
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
wait what is that
was it worth it
Lift Analysis
its good
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