a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

feel you

its performative

lol yea

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

fw

much more tactility

so an active mazelike process

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

which magnetises chains of pins

i love it here

you cannot feed someone truth

not their contents

whats your name?

have you read

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

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IWGD

was it worth it

i have read not even 1 book

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

no longer writing in the third person

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

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.

abrar?