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but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"Put a blanket."
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.
I am below everything.
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
what do you think my name is
as in
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
but i respect your search
you cannot feed someone truth
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
so the method has to be autonomous
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
its performative
i see a website