all that is to say

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

magnetisation/form

But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.

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.

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

division of reality is straying away from it

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

not so on: yvf(wthw)

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Pimlico Rats

no longer writing in the third person

so at the end

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

we can only engage in such a way

I am below everything.

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.

Can I see

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

and the fake qualifier