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.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

hiding from the rain

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

autonomy of learning

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

its good short few pages

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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

so the method has to be autonomous

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

you cannot feed someone truth

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

we can only engage in such a way

all that is to say

bro i read nothing in my life

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

is this you as well

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

sorry i am texting like a slav

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abrar?