We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

not their contents

i really havent

division of reality is straying away from it

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

autonomy of learning

all that is to say

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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

your feed looks like my tumblr

so the method has to be autonomous

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

Today I felt like starting

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

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