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.

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

what do you mean

i love it here

isaac newton

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

that looks like my instagram account

like magnets

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

so at the end

yeah

i understand

not their contents

division of reality is straying away from it

no i haven't really read anything

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

send your tumblr

idk

...

is everyoneback on tumblr now

as in

magnetisation/form

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.