One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
abrar?
much more tactility
that looks like my instagram account
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
so an active mazelike process
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
idk
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
autonomy of learning
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
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
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
its good
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
bro i read nothing in my life
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
like first name