you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

we can only engage in such a way

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

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

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

all that is to say

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

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

I am below everything.

isaac newton

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

It Will Get Lighter

not their contents

its performative

no i haven't really read anything

i really havent

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

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

plato

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate


division of reality is straying away from it

no like which do people call me

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