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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.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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 hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
yes
ahnaf abrar
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
so an active mazelike process
autonomy of learning
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
its performative
division of reality is straying away from it
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
Today I felt like starting
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