I am below everything.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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.

It Will Get Lighter

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.

lol yea

propensity within someone

this will be about a slug

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

autonomy of learning

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

so the method has to be autonomous

we can only engage in such a way

not their contents

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

all that is to say

much more tactility

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

your feed looks like my tumblr

its performative

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

barren land

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

i dont understand magnetisation

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

is this you as well

sorry i am texting like a slav

feel you

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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.

in a post. I want to be remembered

is everyoneback on tumblr now

ahnaf abrar

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

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

13, H, grate