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.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Better Lift

it is hopeful

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

we need to be deconstructing our identities

is this you as well

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