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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
plato
i have read not even 1 book
isaac newton
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
like magnets
so at the end
much more tactility
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
which magnetises chains of pins
so an active mazelike process
god being the centre magnet
your feed looks like my tumblr
lol yea
idk
or never left