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.
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
isaac
have you read
whats your name?
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
sorry i am texting like a slav
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
its good short few pages
division of reality is straying away from it
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
what do you mean
so an active mazelike process
its good
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
that looks like my instagram account
as in
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
magnetisation/form
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
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the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
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