confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

your feed looks like my tumblr

what do you mean

propensity within someone

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

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

we can only engage in such a way

you cannot feed someone truth

thank you

and the fake qualifier

have you read

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

i dont understand magnetisation

bro i read nothing in my life

isaac

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

It Will Get Lighter

no i haven't really read anything

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

feel you


She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

its good


Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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

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?

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.