I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

i have read not even 1 book

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

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

you cannot feed someone truth

as in

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

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

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

so at the end

so the method has to be autonomous

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

we can only engage in such a way

idk

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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.