We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
in a post. I want to be remembered
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
it is hopeful
is everyoneback on tumblr now
but i respect your search
or never left
Lift Analysis
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
its performative
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
i have read not even 1 book
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
like first name
isaac
no i haven't really read anything
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
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