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.

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

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.

Style

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

send your tumblr

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

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we can only engage in such a way

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

barren land

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

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