i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
was it worth it
like first name
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
magnetisation/form
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
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you cannot feed someone truth
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
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
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
is everyoneback on tumblr now
but really the thing should be autonomous
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
we need to be deconstructing our identities
its performative
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
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?
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue