There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
lol yea
all that is to say
so the method has to be autonomous
lol
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
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
feel you
what do you mean
magnetisation/form
its good
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
sorry i am texting like a slav
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
its good short few pages
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.plato
have you read
god being the centre magnet
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.