i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
yeah
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
like first name
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
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plato
idk
so at the end
i really havent
so an active mazelike process
"Put a blanket."
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
so the method has to be autonomous
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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.
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
the site i am dreaming
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
Thank you, Jack