as in

plato

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

not their contents

you cannot feed someone truth

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.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

idk

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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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

13, H, grate

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

isaac

magnetisation/form