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.

isaac

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

thank you

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

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

is this you as well

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

as in

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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.