isaac

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.

Can I see

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 at the end

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

much more tactility

not their contents

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

i have read not even 1 book

that looks like my instagram account

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

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

propensity within someone

Better Lift

so an active mazelike process

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

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

isaac newton