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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.


autonomy of learning

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

its performative

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

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

Slug

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

was it worth it

this will be about a slug

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

feel you

god being the centre magnet

and the fake qualifier

was it worth it

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

and the fake qualifier

propensity within someone

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

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Style

i really havent

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.

Better Lift

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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