i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

much more tactility

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

send your tumblr

yeah

or never left

lol

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

Picture

"Put a blanket."

like first name

and the fake qualifier

plato

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

its good

plato

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

and the fake qualifier

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'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

lol yea

i love it here