somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

or never left

all that is to say

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

Better Lift

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

but really the thing should be autonomous

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

really i want the internet

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

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

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

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

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that looks like my instagram account

what do you mean

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

as in

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.

division of reality is straying away from it

2 (actually index). two is company

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.

autonomy of learning

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.