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.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
we can only engage in such a way
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
what do you think my name is
so at the end
ion
is everyoneback on tumblr now
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
December 2025
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
lol yea
idk
really i want the internet
i have read not even 1 book
your feed looks like my tumblr
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
as in
its good
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
all that is to say
you cannot feed someone truth
bro i read nothing in my life