I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
like magnets
much more tactility
all that is to say
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
barren land
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
fw
as in
lol yea
i really havent
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
autonomy of learning
send link
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
the site i am dreaming
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
no like which do people call me
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.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
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
sorry i am texting like a slav