I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

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

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

autonomy of learning

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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

isaac

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

propensity within someone

isaac newton

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

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

magnetises a pin

and the fake qualifier

the site i am dreaming

its performative

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

we can only engage in such a way

bro i read nothing in my life

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

which magnetises chains of pins

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.

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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.

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.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

wait what is that