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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

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

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

not their contents

magnetisation/form

propensity within someone

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

lol yea

so an active mazelike process

but i respect your search

its performative

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

have you read

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

so at the end

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.

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

which magnetises chains of pins

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

its good

we need to be deconstructing our identities

much more tactility

yeah

yeah

i was tempted to lie about my name