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Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

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

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.

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

lol yea

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

as in

lol

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

idk

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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?

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Thank you, Jack

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

fw

i see a website

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.