"Put a blanket."
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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
so at the end
i really havent
lol yea
no like which do people call me
send your tumblr
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
ion
its performative
plato
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
its good
its good
or never left
plato
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
idk
what do you think my name is
i want to do that too
whats your name?
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 did until you asked which kind of gave it away
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
all that is to say
and the fake qualifier
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
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.
i love it here
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people