this will be about a slug

Style

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.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

I am below everything.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

Can I see

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

no like which do people call me

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

isaac

sorry i am texting like a slav

i was tempted to lie about my name

whats your name?

so the method has to be autonomous

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying