propensity within someone

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

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

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

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

so an active mazelike process

so the method has to be autonomous

brb i will read and reply sincerely

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

no i haven't really read anything

idk

Thank you, Jack

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

have you read

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

we can only engage in such a way

After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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

The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

send your tumblr

As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.