i really havent
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
like magnets
your feed looks like my tumblr
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
its good
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
plato
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.
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
what do you mean
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.
propensity within someone
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine