"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
in a post. I want to be remembered
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
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.
kind of mythopoesis
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.
i see a website
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
autonomy of learning
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
we can only engage in such a way
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
yes