i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

IWGD

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.

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

"Put a blanket."

no longer writing in the third person

your feed looks like my tumblr

autonomy of learning

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

like magnets

not their contents

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

lol

its good short few pages

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

no i haven't really read anything

ion

all that is to say

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

so at the end

Thank you, Jack

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

i dont understand magnetisation

plato