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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
lol yea
much more tactility
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
so an active mazelike process
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.that looks like my instagram account
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
and the fake qualifier
autonomy of learning
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
we need to be deconstructing our identities
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
feel you
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
i was tempted to lie about my name
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate