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.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
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.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.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.
13 |
|
|
H |
|
|
. . . . |
. . . . |
. . . . |
. . . . |
|
much more tactility
and the fake qualifier
isaac newton
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
autonomy of learning
its good short few pages
plato
what do you think my name is
"Put a blanket."
idk
so at the end
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
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos