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

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

that looks like my instagram account

i love it here

we can only engage in such a way

idk

i understand

send your tumblr

no like which do people call me

have you read

what do you mean

plato

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

autonomy of learning

or never left

feel you

isaac newton

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

yeah

fw

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

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

god being the centre magnet

whats your name?

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

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

I Write Goodbye Letter

propensity within someone

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

i really havent

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

bro i read nothing in my life

currently

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.