I Write Goodbye Letter

I am below everything.

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

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

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

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

so an active mazelike process

"Put a blanket."

much more tactility

so at the end

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

idk

that looks like my instagram account

autonomy of learning

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

2 (actually index). two is company

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it