"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
you cannot feed someone truth
god being the centre magnet
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
magnetisation/form
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
"Put a blanket."
as in
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
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.
not so on: yvf(wthw)
bro i read nothing in my life
was it worth it