like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

not their contents

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

I am below everything.

its performative

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Worse Lift

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

the site i am dreaming

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

"Put a blanket."

isaac

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

have you read

whats your name?

your feed looks like my tumblr

i dont understand magnetisation

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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 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

so at the end