I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

feel you

i really havent

what do you mean

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

like first name

yeah

fw

thank you

autonomy of learning

barren land

like magnets

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

sorry i am texting like a slav

that looks like my instagram account

its good

isaac newton

its performative

plato

and the fake qualifier

so the method has to be autonomous

i dont understand magnetisation

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

ahnaf abrar

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

i want to do that too

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

you have a beautiful account btw

propensity within someone

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.