One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

as in

I am below everything.

lol

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

barren land

much more tactility

you cannot feed someone truth

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

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

its performative

i want to do that too

it is hopeful

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

IWGD

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

what do you think my name is

so an active mazelike process

no like which do people call me

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

and the fake qualifier

or never left

like first name

and the fake qualifier

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.