The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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

you have a beautiful account btw

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

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

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

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

as in

you cannot feed someone truth

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

autonomy of learning

I am below everything.

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

so at the end

lol yea

we can only engage in such a way