you cannot feed someone truth

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

magnetisation/form

much more tactility

so at the end

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

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

propensity within someone

...

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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.

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.

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

so an active mazelike process

this will be about a slug
"Put a blanket."

in a post. I want to be remembered

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

It Will Get Lighter

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

December 2025

not so on: yvf(wthw)

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.