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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

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




I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

it is hopeful

and the fake qualifier

plato

what do you think my name is

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

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

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

IWGD

Better Lift

bro i read nothing in my life

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

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

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

It Will Get Lighter


something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

you cannot feed someone truth

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.

send your tumblr

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

that looks like my instagram account