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.

Worse Lift

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

no longer writing in the third person

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

hiding from the rain

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i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

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

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

division of reality is straying away from it

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

Picture

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

so the method has to be autonomous

i see a website

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