It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

i have read not even 1 book

was it worth it

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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

magnetisation/form

its performative

whats your name?

yeah

...

what do you mean

the site i am dreaming

much more tactility

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

But seriously, thank you, Jack

...

Slug

ahnaf abrar

magnetises a pin

have you read

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

so an active mazelike process

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

i want to do that too

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

like first name

so at the end

yeah

its good

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.

autonomy of learning