i really havent
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
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in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
lol
not so on: yvf(wthw)
magnetisation/form
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Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.
The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
as in
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
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