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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
no longer writing in the third person
like first name
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
feel you
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
not their contents
its good
yeah
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.