Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

like first name

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

was it worth it

send your tumblr

bro i read nothing in my life

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

much more tactility

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

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


not their contents

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

as in

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

2 (actually index). two is company

hello reader,

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

I Write Goodbye Letter



wait what is that

yeah

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.

...

your feed looks like my tumblr

lol

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

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.

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The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

propensity within someone

It Will Get Lighter