Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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.
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.
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
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
yes
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
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
idk
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
brb i will read and reply sincerely
all that is to say
bro i read nothing in my life
no longer writing in the third person
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
so the method has to be autonomous
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
division of reality is straying away from it
i see a website
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.