Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
plato
bro i read nothing in my life
lol yea
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
"Put a blanket."
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
i want to do that too
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
and the fake qualifier
feel you
isaac
like first name
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
i see a website
that looks like my instagram account
idk
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting