The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
so at the end
I am below everything.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
bro i read nothing in my life
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
lol yea
that looks like my instagram account
but really the thing should be autonomous
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
i dont understand magnetisation
what do you mean