I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

Better Lift

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

your feed looks like my tumblr

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

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

propensity within someone

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

magnetisation/form

isaac

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

Thank you, Jack

was it worth it

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