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.

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.

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

IWGD

Lift Analysis

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Better Lift

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Thank you, Jack

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

Style

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

not their contents

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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autonomy of learning

god being the centre magnet