nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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It Will Get Lighter

and the fake qualifier

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

i really havent

what do you mean

wait what is that

you cannot feed someone truth

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

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

send link

or never left

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

autonomy of learning

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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

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

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you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

not their contents

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.

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

"Put a blanket."