you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

you cannot feed someone truth

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

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

what do you mean

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

yeah

was it worth it

as in

...

idk

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

i was tempted to lie about my name