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whats your name?

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

autonomy of learning

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

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

not their contents

we can only engage in such a way

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

you have a beautiful account btw

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

really i want the internet

"Put a blanket."

division of reality is straying away from it

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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

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

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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

you cannot feed someone truth

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

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?

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.

It Will Get Lighter

not so on: yvf(wthw)

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

2 (actually index). two is company