It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

i really havent

no i haven't really read anything

idk

autonomy of learning

all that is to say

so at the end

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

that looks like my instagram account

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

like first name

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

bro i read nothing in my life

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

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.

much more tactility

plato

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

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

no longer writing in the third person

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

which magnetises chains of pins