Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
it is hopeful
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.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
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.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
I am below everything.
but really the thing should be autonomous
in a post. I want to be remembered
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
so the method has to be autonomous
you cannot feed someone truth
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
its performative
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
propensity within someone