much more tactility

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

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

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

It Will Get Lighter

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

but i respect your search

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

so at the end

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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?

all that is to say

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

you cannot feed someone truth

really i want the internet

you have a beautiful account btw

It Will Get Lighter