a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
propensity within someone
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
so at the end
really i want the internet
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
so the method has to be autonomous
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
so an active mazelike process
not their contents
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
all that is to say
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
much more tactility
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.
The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
i dont understand magnetisation