nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
yeah
really i want the internet
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
what do you think my name is
i understand
but really the thing should be autonomous
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
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
i have read not even 1 book
i love it here
what do you mean
kind of mythopoesis
you have a beautiful account btw
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
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.
sorry i am texting like a slav