we can only engage in such a way
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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i really havent
and the fake qualifier
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
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send link
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
that looks like my instagram account
was it worth it
wait what is that
much more tactility
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
send your tumblr
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
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
not so on: yvf(wthw)
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
i see a website
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!