After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
yes
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
it is hopeful