Pimlico Rats

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.


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


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

Style


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.


Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

I am below everything.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

plato

whats your name?

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.