I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.

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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

it is hopeful

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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

currently

hiding from the rain

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

so at the end

not their contents

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

propensity within someone

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

much more tactility

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

or never left

you cannot feed someone truth

its good

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet