you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
your feed looks like my tumblr
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
we can only engage in such a way
magnetisation/form
so at the end
magnetises a pin
not their contents
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
i dont understand magnetisation
god being the centre magnet
thank you
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
i understand
like magnets
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
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.
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.
division of reality is straying away from it
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
plato
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
ion
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
yeah
sorry i am texting like a slav
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.