The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
send link
the site i am dreaming
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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i understand
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
barren land
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
yes
not their contents
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
really i want the internet
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
kind of mythopoesis
we want to live the knowledge too live the content