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.
all that is to say
is this you as well
whats your name?
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
autonomy of learning
i love it here
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
its good short few pages
like first name
isaac
your feed looks like my tumblr
i want to do that too
thank you
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
lol
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
i dont understand magnetisation
i was tempted to lie about my name
so at the end
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
and the fake qualifier
the site i am dreaming
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
god being the centre magnet
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Today I felt like starting
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
wait what is that
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