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.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
no like which do people call me
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
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you cannot feed someone truth
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
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
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
all that is to say
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
as in
not so on: yvf(wthw)
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
so at the end
autonomy of learning
idk
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