really i want the internet
you have a beautiful account btw
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
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.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
Thank you, Jack
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
magnetisation/form
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet