Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

I am below everything.

i see a website

not their contents

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

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

you cannot feed someone truth

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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as in

but i respect your search