the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

division of reality is straying away from it

so the method has to be autonomous

all that is to say

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

I am below everything.

Better Lift

Thank you, Jack

not their contents

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

you cannot feed someone truth

The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.

autonomy of learning

or never left

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

we can only engage in such a way

kind of mythopoesis

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

"Put a blanket."

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i really havent

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

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

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