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so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
hiding from the rain
Today I felt like starting
idk
i want to do that too
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 struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
so the method has to be autonomous
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
no like which do people call me
plato
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
in a post. I want to be remembered
as in