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.
we need to be deconstructing our identities
not their contents
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
or never left
yeah
is everyoneback on tumblr now
its good
like magnets
autonomy of learning
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
idk
so the method has to be autonomous
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
lol
its good
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
fw
you cannot feed someone truth
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
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
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The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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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.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.