and the fake qualifier
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.
its performative
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
magnetisation/form
so the method has to be autonomous
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
all that is to say
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
no longer writing in the third person
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.we can only engage in such a way
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
propensity within someone
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
Better Lift