somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

god being the centre magnet

plato

Thank you, Jack

feel you

ahnaf abrar

barren land

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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

idk

isaac

the site i am dreaming

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

which magnetises chains of pins

propensity within someone

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

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

not their contents

i was tempted to lie about my name

sorry i am texting like a slav

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

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

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

whats your name?

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

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class