Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.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.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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.
autonomy of learning
or never left
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
you cannot feed someone truth
so the method has to be autonomous
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
not so on: yvf(wthw)
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
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