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this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i have read not even 1 book

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

division of reality is straying away from it

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

so an active mazelike process

isaac

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

sorry i am texting like a slav

that looks like my instagram account

its good

no i haven't really read anything

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

its good short few pages

magnetisation/form

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

in a post. I want to be remembered

what do you mean

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

"Put a blanket."

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

its good

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

i dont understand magnetisation