Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
currently
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
i love it here
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
yeah
i want to do that too
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
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