I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

plato

so at the end

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

have you read

barren land

much more tactility

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

you cannot feed someone truth

i was tempted to lie about my name

its performative

what do you think my name is

ion

as in

propensity within someone

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

its good

ahnaf abrar

idk

fw

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

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.

so the method has to be autonomous

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.