But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Thank you, Jack

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

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

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

propensity within someone

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

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

It's

dusk

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Rain, starting

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

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it