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.
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.we want to live the knowledge too live the content
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
"Put a blanket."
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
its good
is everyoneback on tumblr now
ion
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
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plato
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate