like first name
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
Today I felt like starting
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
not their contents
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
so at the end
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
all that is to say
division of reality is straying away from it
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
so the method has to be autonomous
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
really i want the internet
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 am quite illiterate on producing technology
you cannot feed someone truth
plato
i love it here
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
autonomy of learning
I am below everything.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people