Can I see

we can only engage in such a way

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 am quite illiterate on producing technology

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

brb i will read and reply sincerely

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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

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Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike


with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.


Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

as in

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

much more tactility

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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 guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

Thank you, Jack

or never left

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.