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.
you cannot feed someone truth
so an active mazelike process
as in
not their contents
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
is everyoneback on tumblr now
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
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
and the fake qualifier
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
its good short few pages
its good
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
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.
not so on: yvf(wthw)
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
its performative
i have read not even 1 book