A roll of 50s is one of the items he dumps onto my table during the search. Of course it is. He asks if I'm a delivery boy or a setter or this or that diamond related job. I keep saying no, I'm enjoying hearing all of these new words. Eventually I tell him that I work in film, which is kind of true. He asks where I'm filming. I'm not filming. He tells me that I can't be that good at it then. He then tells me that he made a film once, in the 80s. It was called Pimlico Rats.
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
It's
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
but i respect your search
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
all that is to say
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
we can only engage in such a way
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
Today I felt like starting
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
really i want the internet
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
autonomy of learning
whats your name?
lol
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
magnetisation/form
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.
i really havent
its good
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak