Rain, starting


it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

and the fake qualifier


and the fake qualifier

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

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

barren land

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

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.

isaac

its performative

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

i really havent

so the method has to be autonomous

yeah

sorry i am texting like a slav

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

fw

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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

bro i read nothing in my life

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



amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class