He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

isaac newton

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

we can only engage in such a way

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

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

not their contents

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

all that is to say

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

much more tactility

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

so an active mazelike process

I am below everything.

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

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?

is this you as well

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

thank you

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

its performative

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting