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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.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
in a post. I want to be remembered
currently
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
division of reality is straying away from it
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
so the method has to be autonomous
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
you cannot feed someone truth
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet