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.

...

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

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

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

god being the centre magnet

is everyoneback on tumblr now

sorry i am texting like a slav

is this you as well

It Will Get Lighter

bro i read nothing in my life

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

Better Lift

Worse Lift

its performative

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

bro i read nothing in my life

"Put a blanket."

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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.

Thank you, Jack

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

its good