Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

magnetises a pin

i want to do that too

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

like magnets

i love it here

like first name

which magnetises chains of pins

god being the centre magnet

isaac

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

is this you as well

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

thank you

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

so an active mazelike process

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

autonomy of learning

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

lol

ahnaf abrar

so the method has to be autonomous

Can I see