yeah

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

"Put a blanket."

its good

no like which do people call me

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

autonomy of learning

magnetisation/form

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

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

and the fake qualifier

isaac newton

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

the site i am dreaming

it is hopeful

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

like first name

was it worth it

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

its performative

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

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me