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
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but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
so at the end
its good
After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
your feed looks like my tumblr
idk
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
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this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
i love it here
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.
its performative
sorry i am texting like a slav
you cannot feed someone truth
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
I am below everything.