I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

"Put a blanket."

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them


which magnetises chains of pins

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

plato

as in

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

god being the centre magnet

have you read

propensity within someone

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

its performative

in a post. I want to be remembered

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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