i love it here
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.
really i want the internet
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
Thank you, Jack
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
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.
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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
I am below everything.
currently
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
autonomy of learning
fw
ahnaf abrar
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
is this you as well
Today I felt like starting
...
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
feel you