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

is everyoneback on tumblr now

plato

like magnets

abrar?

you cannot feed someone truth

propensity within someone

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

i want to do that too

magnetisation/form

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

sorry i am texting like a slav

its good short few pages


have you read

its good

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

no i haven't really read anything

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation



ion

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Today I felt like starting

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

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

send link

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

its good