The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

idk

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

much more tactility

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

your feed looks like my tumblr

bro i read nothing in my life

yeah

lol

that looks like my instagram account

2 (actually index). two is company

wait what is that

barren land

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

was it worth it

so at the end

all that is to say

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

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.

magnetisation/form