We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
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
its good
its performative
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
you cannot feed someone truth
magnetisation/form
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
so the method has to be autonomous
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
idk
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
barren land
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
all that is to say
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
or never left
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
so at the end
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
yes
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
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