wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
you cannot feed someone truth
the site i am dreaming
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.magnetisation/form
i really havent
so the method has to be autonomous
as in
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
its performative
division of reality is straying away from it
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
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.