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

I am below everything.

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

all that is to say

so the method has to be autonomous

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.

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

As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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no i haven't really read anything

its good short few pages

or never left

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

send your tumblr

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

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 dont understand magnetisation

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

its good

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

is everyoneback on tumblr now

i have read not even 1 book