We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

and the fake qualifier

its performative

no like which do people call me

I Write Goodbye Letter

we need to be deconstructing our identities

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

autonomy of learning

what do you mean

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

yeah

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

as in

i really havent

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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

and the fake qualifier

you cannot feed someone truth

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.

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

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