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Thank you, Jack

autonomy of learning

the site i am dreaming

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i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

so the method has to be autonomous

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.

currently

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

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

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

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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

we need to be deconstructing our identities

send your tumblr

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

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

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

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

and the fake qualifier

you cannot feed someone truth