nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
i was tempted to lie about my name
as in
isaac
lol
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
so an active mazelike process
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
i love it here
like first name
have you read
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
we need to be deconstructing our identities
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
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The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
it is hopeful
abrar?
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.