yeah
is this you as well
what do you think my name is
plato
i was tempted to lie about my name
lol yea
idk
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
send your tumblr
so at the end
i have read not even 1 book
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
ahnaf abrar
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yeah
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
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.
and the fake qualifier
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.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
not their contents
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.