send your tumblr
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
your feed looks like my tumblr
all that is to say
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
so the method has to be autonomous
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
barren land
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
that looks like my instagram account
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
Thank you, Jack
much more tactility
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
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.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
but really the thing should be autonomous
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class