There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

i love it here

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

your feed looks like my tumblr

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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

so an active mazelike process

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

so the method has to be autonomous

that looks like my instagram account

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

I Write Goodbye Letter

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

much more tactility

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging
part of an old note. It will get lighter.

bro i read nothing in my life

December 2025

plato

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.




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.

currently