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.
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
but really the thing should be autonomous
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
wait what is that
and the fake qualifier
send link
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
i really havent
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bro i read nothing in my life
the site i am dreaming
was it worth it
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
as in
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
its performative
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
you cannot feed someone truth
not their contents
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i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
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.
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl