what do you think my name is
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.
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
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okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
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 struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
its performative
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
really i want the internet
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.not so on: yvf(wthw)
much more tactility
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation