or never left
feel you
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
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 have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
lol yea
we need to be deconstructing our identities
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
all that is to say
we can only engage in such a way
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.what do you mean
really i want the internet
...
i was tempted to lie about my name
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
bro i read nothing in my life
lol
He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.
its good short few pages
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
magnetises a pin
no i haven't really read anything