we need to be deconstructing our identities

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

It Will Get Lighter

not their contents

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

as in

so an active mazelike process

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

that looks like my instagram account

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

so the method has to be autonomous

much more tactility

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

its performative

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.

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

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you know who you are. no more time, not like

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Thank you, Jack

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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