hiding from the rain

no longer writing in the third person

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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.

so at the end

isaac

sorry i am texting like a slav

autonomy of learning

i was tempted to lie about my name

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

division of reality is straying away from it

so the method has to be autonomous

isaac newton

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

i love it here

plato

not their contents

i dont understand magnetisation

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

plato

have you read

yeah

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

propensity within someone

i understand

magnetises a pin

ion

magnetisation/form

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

1

. way too specific.

its performative