It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

your feed looks like my tumblr

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

division of reality is straying away from it

autonomy of learning

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

plato

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

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

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

yeah

what do you think my name is

have you read

isaac

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

ion

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

like first name

its performative

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

It Will Get Lighter

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

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.

hello reader,

...

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

not their contents