brb i will read and reply sincerely

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.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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

kind of mythopoesis

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

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

we can only engage in such a way

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

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

abrar?

isaac

magnetisation/form

i dont understand magnetisation

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

propensity within someone

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

its good

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

which magnetises chains of pins

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.

ion

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

magnetises a pin

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.

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.