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.
and the fake qualifier
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
send your tumblr
i dont understand magnetisation
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
so at the end
whats your name?
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
no i haven't really read anything
isaac
its good
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
I am below everything.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
as in
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
it is hopeful