We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging
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.

2 (actually index). two is company

as in

hello reader,

It Will Get Lighter

all that is to say

its performative

Slug

you cannot feed someone truth

so the method has to be autonomous

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

much more tactility

propensity within someone

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

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

this will be about a slug

lol

feel you

have you read

yeah

is this you as well

the site i am dreaming

what do you think my name is

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i was tempted to lie about my name

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

not their contents

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.