hiding from the rain

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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


something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

Better Lift

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

its performative

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

so the method has to be autonomous

division of reality is straying away from it

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I am below everything.

as in

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

propensity within someone

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

...

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.

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