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.
division of reality is straying away from it
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
you cannot feed someone truth
lol
magnetisation/form
or never left
idk
not their contents
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
fw
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
autonomy of learning
that looks like my instagram account
propensity within someone
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
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so an active mazelike process
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.
December 2025
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.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
much more tactility