division of reality is straying away from it

feel you

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

your feed looks like my tumblr

and the fake qualifier

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

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

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

yeah

bro i read nothing in my life

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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

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


lol

I Write Goodbye Letter

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.

"Put a blanket."
confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

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

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos