you cannot feed someone truth

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

much more tactility

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.

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

god being the centre magnet

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

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