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

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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

hiding from the rain

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.

send your tumblr

much more tactility

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

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

It Will Get Lighter

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

which magnetises chains of pins

propensity within someone

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

is this you as well

i love it here

ion

magnetises a pin

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

in a post. I want to be remembered

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk