It Will Get Lighter

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

magnetisation/form

not their contents

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Can I see

autonomy of learning

its performative

division of reality is straying away from it

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

Worse Lift

kind of mythopoesis