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.i am quite illiterate on producing technology
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.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.lol yea
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
so the method has to be autonomous
its performative
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
you cannot feed someone truth
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.
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