something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
is everyoneback on tumblr now
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
which magnetises chains of pins
ion
barren land
isaac
plato
that looks like my instagram account
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
we need to be deconstructing our identities
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
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.not their contents
idk
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
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
was it worth it
"Put a blanket."
i love it here
or never left
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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 see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.