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.
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
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
yeah
i want to do that too
i love it here
feel you
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
no like which do people call me
what do you think my name is
is this you as well
not their contents
i was tempted to lie about my name
as in
plato
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.
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
in a post. I want to be remembered
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
yes
that looks like my instagram account
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
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
magnetises a pin
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.you cannot feed someone truth