no like which do people call me
what do you think my name is
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.
its good
sorry i am texting like a slav
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.idk
much more tactility
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
so at the end
i love it here
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
i really havent
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
lol
magnetisation/form
like first name
yeah
Today I felt like starting
its good short few pages
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
"Put a blanket."
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
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
lol yea