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

feel you

we need to be deconstructing our identities

what do you think my name is

i dont understand magnetisation

sorry i am texting like a slav

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

your feed looks like my tumblr

thank you

yeah

i want to do that too

in a post. I want to be remembered

hiding from the rain

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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.

its good

no like which do people call me

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.

Today I felt like starting

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

no longer writing in the third person

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

like magnets

god being the centre magnet

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 haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

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

much more tactility

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.