the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

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.

propensity within someone

thank you

which magnetises chains of pins

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

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

IWGD

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

not their contents

autonomy of learning

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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It Will Get Lighter

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

wait what is that