and the fake qualifier
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
you cannot feed someone truth
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
like first name
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
we need to be deconstructing our identities
feel you
lol
what do you think my name is
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
was it worth it
that looks like my instagram account
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
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
like magnets
i have read not even 1 book