feel you

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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.

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

much more tactility

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

you have a beautiful account btw

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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

its good

plato

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

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

so at the end

autonomy of learning

yeah

we need to be deconstructing our identities

all that is to say

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

like first name

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.

...

fw