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.
much more tactility
idk
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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
lol yea
so an active mazelike process
your feed looks like my tumblr
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
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
that looks like my instagram account
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
you cannot feed someone truth
its performative
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
not their contents