and the fake qualifier

I am below everything.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

really i want the internet

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

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

idk

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

your feed looks like my tumblr

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

you cannot feed someone truth

is everyoneback on tumblr now

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

not their contents

propensity within someone

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

Style

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

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

its performative

i see a website