It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox."Put a blanket."
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
really i want the internet
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
brb i will read and reply sincerely
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.