I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
hiding from the rain
as in
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
kind of mythopoesis
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
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
propensity within someone
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.
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think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
Better Lift
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
magnetisation/form
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
really i want the internet
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
its performative
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.