Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
"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."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
isaac
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
its good
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
so the method has to be autonomous
no i haven't really read anything
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
as in
"Put a blanket."
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.