The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
feel you
fw
so at the end
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
barren land
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
idk
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
not their contents
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
hiding from the rain
send your tumblr
Today I felt like starting
all that is to say
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
that looks like my instagram account
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.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
is everyoneback on tumblr now
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
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in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation