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.whats your name?
idk
you cannot feed someone truth
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
is this you as well
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
bro i read nothing in my life
have you read
we need to be deconstructing our identities
i understand
magnetises a pin
autonomy of learning
its good
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
like magnets
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
isaac newton
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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.
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