i am quite illiterate on producing technology

in a post. I want to be remembered

Better Lift

barren land

not their contents

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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

magnetisation/form

we can only engage in such a way

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

you cannot feed someone truth

its performative

or never left

fw

idk

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

as in

i have read not even 1 book

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

division of reality is straying away from it

It Will Get Lighter

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.

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

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.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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