i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

wait what is that

and the fake qualifier

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

feel you

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

the site i am dreaming

i want to do that too

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

barren land

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

It Will Get Lighter

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

2 (actually index). two is company

so the method has to be autonomous

magnetisation/form

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

its performative

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

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