lol yea

i understand

i dont understand magnetisation

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

fw

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

isaac newton

which magnetises chains of pins

i love it here

yeah

sorry i am texting like a slav

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

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.

isaac

that looks like my instagram account

yeah

I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.

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


no i haven't really read anything

kind of mythopoesis

your feed looks like my tumblr

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Can I see

feel you

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

division of reality is straying away from it



After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

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