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.
like first name
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
your feed looks like my tumblr
lol
plato
have you read
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
we can only engage in such a way
you cannot feed someone truth
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
its good
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
its good short few pages
barren land
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
I am below everything.
which magnetises chains of pins
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.
ion
it is hopeful
idk