I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.


Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

so an active mazelike process

we need to be deconstructing our identities

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

as in

plato

and the fake qualifier

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

i was tempted to lie about my name

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

autonomy of learning

i have read not even 1 book

much more tactility

yeah

i love it here

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

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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

its good short few pages