There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

...

i understand

its good

thank you

is this you as well

isaac newton

i love it here

which magnetises chains of pins

whats your name?

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

isaac

yeah

kind of mythopoesis

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

lol

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

so an active mazelike process

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

you have a beautiful account btw

all that is to say

what do you mean

...

It's

dusk

yes

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

send your tumblr

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.

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it