It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

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

lol

its performative

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

hiding from the rain

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

abrar?

no longer writing in the third person

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

like first name

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

yeah

idk

or never left

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

have you read

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you