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

no longer writing in the third person

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.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

i love it here

send your tumblr

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

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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

is everyoneback on tumblr now

lol

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

so an active mazelike process

propensity within someone

idk

magnetisation/form

Slug

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.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

...

so the method has to be autonomous

is this you as well

yes