yeah
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
all that is to say
really i want the internet
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
kind of mythopoesis
you cannot feed someone truth
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
we can only engage in such a way
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
brb i will read and reply sincerely
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
no i haven't really read anything
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
i see a website
yes
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
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lol yea
its good
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
hello reader,
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
you have a beautiful account btw