I am below everything.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
magnetisation/form
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
you cannot feed someone truth
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.
"Put a blanket."
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
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.
as in
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
brb i will read and reply sincerely
its performative
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
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