i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

is everyoneback on tumblr now

i have read not even 1 book

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

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

so an active mazelike process

so at the end

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

not their contents

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Style

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

It Will Get Lighter

It's

dusk

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

Picture

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.