mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

no like which do people call me

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

is this you as well

like first name

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

what do you think my name is

all that is to say

autonomy of learning

as in

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

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

much more tactility

i love it here

i want to do that too

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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

so at the end

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

its good


or never left

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

what do you mean

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

and the fake qualifier

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

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.

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

idk

sorry i am texting like a slav