They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
currently
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.
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
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Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
kind of mythopoesis
like magnets
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
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.
that looks like my instagram account
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
i see a website
autonomy of learning
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
lol yea
or never left
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08