no like which do people call me

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.

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

Better Lift

your feed looks like my tumblr

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

lol

you cannot feed someone truth


much more tactility

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.

its performative

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

propensity within someone

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now