It Will Get Lighter

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Today I felt like starting

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Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

in a post. I want to be remembered

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

it is hopeful

I am below everything.

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

sorry i am texting like a slav

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 haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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?

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

not their contents

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet