i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

much more tactility

"Put a blanket."

It Will Get Lighter

so at the end

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

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

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

as in

yeah

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

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

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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

autonomy of learning

or never left

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

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.

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

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