wait what is that

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

"Put a blanket."

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

we can only engage in such a way

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

i have read not even 1 book

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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

your feed looks like my tumblr

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.

hiding from the rain

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

I am below everything.

Better Lift

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

Rain, starting

and the fake qualifier

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

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.

so the method has to be autonomous

all that is to say

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24