I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Rain, starting

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

isaac newton

so the method has to be autonomous

i have read not even 1 book

propensity within someone

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

magnetisation/form

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

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

lol yea

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

you cannot feed someone truth

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

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.

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

as in

not their contents

its performative

fw

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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.

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.