nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

lol yea

as in

all that is to say

not their contents

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

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


i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

autonomy of learning

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.

It Will Get Lighter

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

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

plato

we can only engage in such a way

what do you think my name is

Worse Lift

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting


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Style

the site i am dreaming

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

wait what is that


Rain, starting

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet


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.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.