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i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i really havent

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

wait what is that

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

the site i am dreaming

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

and the fake qualifier

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

idk

i have read not even 1 book

or never left

...

was it worth it

as in

magnetisation/form

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

you cannot feed someone truth

propensity within someone

so at the end

fw

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

send your tumblr

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression