the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
Thank you, Jack
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
division of reality is straying away from it
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
no longer writing in the third person
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
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
so at the end
magnetisation/form
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
yeah
much more tactility
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?