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
feel you
we need to be deconstructing our identities
lol yea
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
plato
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
yeah
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
is everyoneback on tumblr now
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
autonomy of learning
Better Lift
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
which magnetises chains of pins
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?
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
send your tumblr
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.
its good
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people