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.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
in a post. I want to be remembered
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
and the fake qualifier
as in
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
feel you
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
no like which do people call me
plato
division of reality is straying away from it
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
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.