it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.Today I felt like starting
Lift Analysis
yes
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.
magnetises a pin
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
idk
Can I see
...
much more tactility
its good
hiding from the rain
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
your feed looks like my tumblr
lol yea
there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
yeah
...
feel you
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
whats your name?
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.