i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
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nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
bro i read nothing in my life
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
lol yea
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
and the fake qualifier
so an active mazelike process
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
wait what is that
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i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
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
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
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.