the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
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.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
the site i am dreaming
so an active mazelike process
feel you
idk
as in
propensity within someone
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
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
i really havent
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.
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
not their contents
...
its performative
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
abrar?
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it