it is hopeful
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
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"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"Put a blanket."
propensity within someone
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
so at the end
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.