I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
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and the fake qualifier
you cannot feed someone truth
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
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We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
i really havent
hello reader,
magnetisation/form
god being the centre magnet
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
not their contents
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now