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.
Lift Analysis
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
i see a website
in a post. I want to be remembered
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
feel you
is this you as well
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
autonomy of learning
the site i am dreaming
abrar?
propensity within someone