feel you

much more tactility

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

lol yea

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

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

so the method has to be autonomous

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

send your tumblr

all that is to say

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

your feed looks like my tumblr

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

fw

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

we can only engage in such a way

that looks like my instagram account

i understand

which magnetises chains of pins

whats your name?

or never left

its performative

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

ion

yeah

idk

its good short few pages

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

ahnaf abrar

plato

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

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.