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

its good

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

kind of mythopoesis

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

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

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.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

it is hopeful

feel you

is this you as well

no i haven't really read anything

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

what do you mean

plato

I Write Goodbye Letter

i was tempted to lie about my name

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

autonomy of learning

isaac newton

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

"Put a blanket."

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