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.

I am below everything.

Better Lift

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.

much more tactility

its performative

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

all that is to say

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

i have read not even 1 book

and the fake qualifier

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

is everyoneback on tumblr now

have you read

but really the thing should be autonomous

its good

that looks like my instagram account

which magnetises chains of pins

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

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

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