god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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.

Worse Lift

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

what do you mean

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that looks like my instagram account

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

i have read not even 1 book

whats your name?

like magnets

magnetises a pin

autonomy of learning

lol

its good

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as in

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

Rain, starting

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

IWGD

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

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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