yeah

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

idk

send your tumblr

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

we can only engage in such a way

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

autonomy of learning


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


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

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

magnetisation/form

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

really i want the internet

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

division of reality is straying away from it

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.

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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

barren land

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.