really i want the internet
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
much more tactility
idk
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-"
not their contents
that looks like my instagram account
i dont understand magnetisation
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
"Put a blanket."
autonomy of learning
no like which do people call me
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
all that is to say
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.
so the method has to be autonomous
i love it here
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
we need to be deconstructing our identities
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
is this you as well
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okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate