"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

Thank you, Jack

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

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

lol

yeah

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

thank you

i love it here

its good

It Will Get Lighter

its good

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

i really havent

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

ion

2 (actually index). two is company

Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.