i have read not even 1 book

Worse Lift

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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its performative

brb i will read and reply sincerely

magnetisation/form

propensity within someone

13, H, grate

autonomy of learning

"Put a blanket."

It Will Get Lighter

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

no longer writing in the third person

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

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

hiding from the rain

so the method has to be autonomous

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