its good

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

its good short few pages

your feed looks like my tumblr

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

whats your name?

isaac

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

its good

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

that looks like my instagram account

so an active mazelike process

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

we need to be deconstructing our identities

or never left

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

isaac newton

no i haven't really read anything

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

its performative

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

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.

send your tumblr

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is this you as well

so at the end

is everyoneback on tumblr now

what do you mean

not their contents

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

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.