send your tumblr

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

all that is to say

no like which do people call me

you cannot feed someone truth

division of reality is straying away from it

magnetises a pin

like magnets

not their contents

its good

i dont understand magnetisation

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

god being the centre magnet

thank you

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

no i haven't really read anything

isaac

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

and the fake qualifier

i understand

magnetisation/form

as in

idk

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

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

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

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.