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.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

Slug

i really havent

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

Lift Analysis

i really havent

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

as in

Can I see

yeah

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

and the fake qualifier

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

propensity within someone

Thank you, Jack

yes

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

i understand

Thank you, Jack

send link

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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