The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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
you have a beautiful account btw
its good
autonomy of learning
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
division of reality is straying away from it
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
you cannot feed someone truth
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
not their contents
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
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
in a post. I want to be remembered
its performative
its good short few pages
I am below everything.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.